Ëèíäà — «The tackle line»

Hook ain’t caught us
Subtle sup into the lips
And we fought against first seas
And we fought against the tackle line

I turn into glass
You hide your hands
You turn into milky snow
Because of me - I’m melted
(Because I'm here melted)

I still exist,
Nobody gonna touch me
In my palms your drops
The moon runs over me

Taste of ocean
Dejà-vu of you
I’m not gonna drink up your drops
Gonna take'em all to sea with me

Sad! So little of you left
After that I’ll down
We all will drown together

Hook ain’t caught us
Cause we like to swim too far
So we fought against the tackle line
Running into the sea

Turning into such a wave
They are restless in the ocean
Hugging them so hard
The tackle line breaking

Sad! So little of you left
After that I'll down
We all will drown together.