Англ вариант

oneliness and creativity
Two sisters, two lines
Write a prophecy
The sea of thoughts is blue
Slowly, without touching
Long before
Expose yourself
Barefoot race
In the city of gold
Split by the evil of others
The half is thin
The ringing one got lost
A little fragile girl like a twig
The watch faces are swinging in the wind.
Light as a cloud
In the sky, nail it up
The freshness of breath
The silence of awareness
You understand a lot of things
And she's strict with herself.
If everything doesn't seem right,
So he won't refuse
On a new day, it will work out
Miss you for love
Meet her gentle
The shores of the boundless
A little fragile girl like a twig
The watch faces are swinging in the wind.