Yugoton - Falochron

late at night on the boulevard
on wave cracker i sit alone
i remember a little i dream a little
i have all night for myself
sip from a bottle is gonna heat me up
wet wind under the jacket poured
always windy on this boulevard
since we're not together
sea is living by their own life
who is humming so much, who knows
maybe fisherman who lives
in old ship somewhere on seabed
i count ship's lights on reda
i know that someone doesnt sleep too
thats human fate


pulse beacon measures stubbornly
a flock of cranes in the port is sleeping
only the breakwater is on guard
is it me or am I dreaming
the air smells of amber
this is what my father always smelled like
when he came home from the sea
sleep off the sailor's toil
I ran away from here so many times
and returned a hundred times
I ask myself if I was right
though I know it was a mistake
late at night on the boulevard
I am alone on the breakwater
I remember a little, I dream a little
I have all night to myself


music is playing on the beach in the shack
maybe it's the wind playing on the ashes
maybe it's a schizophrenic dream
Maybe I'm making up everything
probably wet face from the wind
one last sip scrapes in my throat
someday finally moored
my car with life
late at night on the boulevard
I am alone on the breakwater
I remember a little, I dream a little
I have all night to myself
Instead of your lips I kiss the bottle
she's lying too, but I don't care
I'm listening while sitting on the breakwater
and the sea hums its song