Молитва [Molitva] [English translation]

Listen

To the slow breathing of the souls leaving roof of the world

I'm reading thoughts and sensations

All we hold prescious

Does somersault…

How one chooses words not meant to hurt or controvert?

We'll stay here for good

Like river flood,

Like sacred words of prayer…

All, all but my love,

All our life seems so remote.

I, I'm not alone, but with you gone I come to naught.

Memories are light as ashes,

I've missed out ages -

So swiftly they pass.

Magic tends to expire, things go haywire, pearls turn to glass.

So empty inside, lifeless in sight, miracle-free!

Life is passing thing

So make it ring like sacred the words of prayer…

All, all but my love,

All our life seems so remote.

I, I'm not alone, but with you gone I come to naught.