Why is the air locked,
Is the door always closed to the temple?
Only the porch is not empty
It became crowded for people there.
Maybe the winds have forgotten again
The way to a huge country?
They stood motionless,
Keeping quiet?
All winds, like an explosion, are dangerous,
Will can bring!
And violate the happiness of power.
They will ask the authorities - where are you?
We only see the face,
Talkative servants of the authorities.
These servants knit bast.
They have no other news.
Maybe in the porch wider
Open the doors of the temple,
To the wind with the living world,
In these doors launch.
In the temple the candles will light up,
They couldn't burn before.
You need some fresh air, my friends,
So that the candles will not go out in the future.