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In the quiet music of the waves ...
Felix Komarov
In the quiet music of the waves,
No hope, no guilt ...
Just a joy to be a wave,
Arguing with the Black Rock,
Hugging her teasing,
Behind him in the distance beckon ...
But rock is quite happy,
For her wave as a cream,
Licking long tongue ...
Lips in the cream, the cunning dwarf,
Rooted rooted in eternal sleep.
The horizon on all sides
And always comes a wave,
Calls happily drunk.
Do not run out the dispute,
Between the waves and the son of the mountains.
All rights, such as it is,
That's the good news.
In the quiet music of the waves,
No hope, no guilt ...
Just a joy to be a wave,
Arguing with the Black Rock,
Hugging her teasing,
Behind him in the distance beckon ...
But rock is quite happy,
For her wave as a cream,
Licking long tongue ...
Lips in the cream, the cunning dwarf,
Rooted rooted in eternal sleep.
The horizon on all sides
And always comes a wave,
Calls happily drunk.
Do not run out the dispute,
Between the waves and the son of the mountains.
All rights, such as it is,
That's the good news.
