Lyrics Мисанова - А море лечит

Tearing through the windows with a beam of honey
  remain almost a slave -
  for the sake of "need a new condition"
  "maybe we’ll sew our own dresses,"

  but it’s usual to bite into the cheek,
  or here - turn the cheek,
  until something inside bursts
  (stops on the run).

  And it remains to beat the cup
  o concrete vaults of days,
  yes break from chains and towers
  and spur horses.

  Crawl on my knees to the sea
  draw poems in the sand -
  unsuccessful a priori ...

  And of course, howling with longing,

  finally get into the city
  I put my burden on my shoulders.
  We are consciously drawn to grief,
  and what about the sea?

  And the sea heals