There's not so much wave noise anymore,
There's no drive, no bounciness in the sea cauldron.
It's not so bright water anymore,
In the depths of the ocean of life.
It's not the same sunset anymore,
Wrong dawn, wrong swing....
They don't sound like that anymore
The hits we loved to listen to.
For a long time now, the ship has been languishing,
There is no musk or feel in seawater.
Where's the lime, ginger, cilantro, cinnamon...?
Where is the passion sauce in the mustard fire...?
I don't burn so much anymore,
That's not how I want it, that's not how I wish it....
I'm not so sad anymore
I'm not dreaming at all.
The water doesn't glisten so much anymore
In the river where they swam, pranced....
It's not so soul boiling anymore.....
Inside, it's winter and a blizzard rumbles...
Please, love, don't fall asleep!
I'll throw some spices into the sea cauldron,
Play a tune in the night,
I will season the drift of my soul with passion.
Leyla Yusupova