oh people who are sitting on the shore, happy and smiling, someone is laying down in the water, there is a person who is constantly throwing his hands and feet on this fast, dark, heavy sea, which you know when you are drunk, from the idea of reaching the enemy , when you think it is useless to think to yourself that you have taken the hand of weakness to create a better ability, when you are tight. When can I say that I am a person in the water, my soul is in vain, O people, who have a pleasant mat on the beach, who sing bread to the table of your clothes on the body of someone in the water, the heavy wave beats you with your tired hand, stops your mouth with your eyes in fear, has seen your shadows from afar , swallowed the water in the blue pit, and whenever you are without it. The saddle of the waters is increasing from time to time, the saddle of the waters is on the sidelines, the
waves are beating on the calm shore at work , spreading silently on the shore, such drunkenness is left behind. The screams of the women are very drunk , and the Wayne Bang comes again from afar : "Oh people." And the sound of the wind is more and more heartwarming in the sound of the wind, the louder and louder in the waters near or far, open in the ears of these calls, "O people..."
