The transparent gnarled giant
Is swaying, as if he's sick
And gathers from the sea depths
The fire, scattered there by the moon
The dome of the ceiling is torn, and behind him
Another, the same, but even blacker
Behind him a wall out of whispers and smoke,
Under him, a country out of reflected lights and fires.
The dusk is mysterious and sacred
On a cliff over the sea, in the grass and flowers
Two people are lying
The stars are swimming in their open eyes
They're listening to how the waves whisper
How the mist leaves traces on the grass
Soon the night birds will be quiet
And the sun will rise from the water
They created two waves, not large
Those, whose bodies shone under the water
Their warm, quiet laughter reached the moon,
Their feet bothered the tide.
They were crippled by a sweet languor,
Lying in the grass without sleep and without movements,
And the darkness is buzzing from insects
Like booths with all high resistances (electricity).
The dusk is mysterious and sacred
On a cliff over the sea, in the grass and flowers
Two people are lying
The stars are swimming in their open eyes
They're listening to how the waves whisper
How the mist leaves traces on the grass
Soon the night birds will be quiet
And the sun will rise from the water
The eternity will forgive me every stumble,
There's enough joy for everyone, piece by piece
And in your mind it's always possible to return
To our island, flying in the emptiness
Into our strange world out of whispers and spots of reflected light,
A continent, drifting in the expanse
And how to appear there, how to get in
No one knows except for us two.
The dusk is mysterious and sacred
On a cliff over the sea, in the grass and flowers
Two people are lying
The stars are swimming in their open eyes
They're listening to how the waves whisper
How the mist leaves traces on the grass
Soon the night birds will be quiet
And the sun will rise from the water