My soul is attached to you,
And behind - quite another...
I dream in bluish-white
The story of the clouds like this:
Gray shaggy wolf trotting
Chasing through the air the breeze,
You melt behind the misty mist,
Leaving the inscription: "love is"...
And I stand at the edge of the abyss,
Walking around the twins,
But my heart is sensitive
Your footsteps are not far away
Her eyes filled with tears:
Hand in hand-true deception:
The earthly Gulf between us,
The moon is an extinct talisman...
Wake up - and in the garden, that in the cold puddles,
Find a sign in the silence of the night...
Her husband's whisper will fall on her shoulders:
"Put on your coat, let's go home!""