Birds of our Art

Александр Попов Михайлов
Gazing at the fields,
Landing from a height
Cygnus has appeared,
Birds of our Art


Drifting constellations,
A never-ending sight
In these coastal skies
Birds of our Art


Hidden worlds to share,
Precious, radiant
Everything moves there,
Birds of our Art


As my heart remembers,
Dawn along with night
We stare at each other,
Birds of our Art