The Echo of Love
by Robert Rozhdestvensky
The sky will be spotted with motes of stars,
And boughs will curve as elastic...
I'll hear you, dear, from miles and miles.
We're - echo,
We're - echo.
We are - long echo of each other.
And it is not hard for me touching your heart,
Despite of the place where you live now.
Again and again our love is calling us.
We're - tenderness,
We're - tenderness,
We are - tenderness of each other.
And even in land of the crawling black dark,
Outside of the verge of death's ground,
I know - we never be able to part.
We're - memory,
We're - memory.
The star memory of each other.