"ПРОЕКТ 12" Тексти про повітря та сонце

That was the hottest 
evening of that summer. 
He bowed down and said 
in our next life 
we'll become water drops 
above the Sahara. 

Down down down 

Someone might think 
they were primitive 
they might fall elsewhere 
they are not going to reach the ground 

But we are going to fall down 
With a hope to touch. 
Hot golden sands 
Or maybe without a hope. 
We were going to fly 

down down down 

Dwo drops together 
Melting into one 
By a light touch of the wind. 

But now we fly down down down 

if somewhere on earth 
the oasis would wait for us 
it would say 
the only thing we need 
is going down down down.

(с) Олена Борисенко
(с) Translated by Maryna Tchianova