Valeriy Mozgovoy — Neon afterglow

The sun is melting into the ocean,
gold turning to fire on the horizon,
I feel the weight of the day slipping away with the tide,
the night is waking up,
neon is starting to breathe,
come with me,
let the rhythm accelerate into the afterglow.
Feet still warm from the burning sand,
troubles drifting out with the evening tide,
ocean breeze turning cooler on my skin,