В конце ноября занесло меня каким-то ветром в Египет. Когда я раскачивался на понтоне, чтобы нырнуть в море, у меня в голове появились эти самые две строчки - It is better to be underwater than be underground. Вобщем, появился стих, тот, кто нырял в Красном море, поймет... Это будет нечто более попсовое, чем блюз, и чуть менее попсовое, чем просто попса. Мотив уже готов, песня, возможно, созреет где-то через месяц...

UNDERWATER

1.
On the brink of the blue
Here I stand and look up to the sun,
All the feelings are true,
And I set my controls to some fun.

There is no one to blame,
And everything’s yet to become,
I was born in the water
And back to the water I come

Ref.
And I think to myself, -
While the Heaven is yet to be found,
I just plunge to the sea
To look at those beauties around,
Oh it’s better to be underwater,
Now, it’s better to be underwater,
Yes, it’s better to be underwater
Than be underground.

2.
Here come dolphins and whales
My brethren in fortune and joy,
Here the freedom is true,
There’s no limit for life to enjoy.

There is nothing to hide,
And everything’s yet to become,
I was born in the water
And back to the water I come

Ref.
And I think to myself, -
While the Heaven is yet to be found,
I just plunge to the sea
To look at those beauties around,
Oh it’s better to be underwater,
Now, it’s better to be underwater,
Yes, it’s better to be underwater
Than be underground.