The moonlight like a river flows,
The stars… they’re sparkling down –
The Night is Queen when darkness falls.
It’s beauty ‘till the dawn.
The mystery of fairy-tale,
The shadows of the dreams…
No any single sunny day
Can be so graceful.
It seems
The spirits are alive and singing
Songs of the Heaven and the Hell,
Sounds going echo, crying, thrilling
Your sleepy soul…
Thousands of bells –
It’s your emotions, feelings dancing…
They come as free as mountain wind
And fly away from daylight pressing
Until the Morning-Star appears.