On our map sun is marked with a circle,
and dotted lines stand for wind and for salt.
The windowsill visions float under the eyelids
And green waves of pain are falling away.
Before our eyes walls are being demolished,
as hands fuse together while loosing control.
From dirty old stage time is making its exit-
it now gets replaced by universal calm.
We broke through the boundaries of people's conceptions,
but couldn't imagine and couldn't believe
that to rise above all the trials and troubles
the deep permafrost is the one place to be
Before our eyes - all the losses restored,
the soul letting go of the fear inside.
I hear footsteps, doors are swinging wide open
and death disappears before our eyes.