Аннотация: They are marshy anyway. Even though they seem to be grey.
Those marshy eyes! The depth of oceans!
I catch the look and drown again.
I live, I wonder if there"s a motion
To break this unpredicted chain.
While getting up before the sunrise,
While I"m surrounded with dreams,
I feel the look. I stoke the furnace
And turn my verse into the beams.
Those marshy eyes! The depth of forests!
I catch the look through holy rain.
I live. I bless those strong emotions
That doomed me to accept this chain!