De profundis clamavi ad te...

Анна Атаханова
You'll take me into another world,
The world of music, still, secret
And meditation. You are a Cold,
Which gives the death as the ticket.

From profound of the ground
You always call me in the night.
Your voice runs around,
Your voice is a dewy light.

Take my soul into the Lord's Empire,
Where it falls asleep forever
And playing actors in our dreams of Fire,
We'll be together always and never.