Song from Half Mountain — текст песни (Dan Fogelberg)

Now the wind is still

In a moment it will be raging

Now my soul is young

In a moment it will be aging.



And high above the pines

I wrote several lines

And left them in a bottle

For you to find.



Now the dream is rising

In a moment it will be past

This breath is my first

It will all too soon be my last.



And on a windy coast

I made several toasts

To you and me and the sea

And no one heard.



Now the wind is still

In a moment it will be raging

Now my soul is young

In a moment it will be aging.



And high above the pines

I wrote several lines

And left them in a bottle

For you to find.