Текст песни The Corals of Áqaba

I drink sips of pink never sated tactile blunder of light the movement calms down I bow my head and lay it down on the ground I saw too many colours now it's blue my steps bring me far-away in places that I visited in the dazzle of the sleep or during the long summer wakefullnesses I'd like to stick to the skimming light or become grassy expanse when I don't hear the sound of the flute on the shore of a river