There, on the very edge of the earth, In an unprecedented blue distance, Recalling the sounds of unprecedented words, Sweetly sweet blood dies. There the winds are flying touching the stars, There the trees are not afraid of thunderstorms, The ships are wandering the ocean, There on the very edge of the earth. Well, you, heart, tearing out of your chest, Wait a little, wait, Clean voice in the sky sings, Bright noon above the ground rises.
"Piknik" tam na samom na krayu zemli