Race - Quruli

Just because it became cloudy
Stop whining like that
Blow away the sadness
Chuck away the baggage you carry
Can't finish my drink
Wouldn't pay my thirsty mind

The boat sails slower than we expected
I see you well from where I am

Goodbye, my small family
See you again at the Strawberry Fields

The boy cries in his pillow till morning
Because he doesn't run away or hide