Intergalactic

Ольга Бестужева
Graceful, memories are
Chasing us in darkness,
Dreaming of an endless
Breathing. Stay,
Tell me, what you gonna
Take up, as the anger
Raise  up? Never wanna
Wake me up...

Helpless, I believe in
Fortune, almost going
Crazy, seems like I could
Touch you now.
Heal me, tenderly con-
seal me, so that I could
Sleep in your
           aglimer
               precious
                light.