I'm following a sputnik through the stars
Threading its way, it's like the other stars,
Only moving quickly from one part of sky to another.
There's no any moon today, sky is black
Without its silver glaring over the earth beneath,
As the eye of some God or Goddess. I am
Filled with the warmth of the summer.
The south summer warmth. I'm glad to be here.
The mountains there in the dark are darker
Than the sky, which's lightened slightly by stars.
As a wild bear they hide on the east side,
Look there...
We are - the creatures, who like warmth,
The light of a sincere Sun. Which is good
For the south, but there's lack of its glow
In north. And we are starving without this light.
We are - the sun creatures. We throw this sunlight inside
And grow up. Highly into the heavens, into cosmos, into the eternal life
After the earth's life...