Сердце мира [Serdse mira] [English translation]

The essence of all things

Appears to me,

As an undisclosed flowerbud...

I breath hungrily,

May be, I'll learn,

What no one else knows...

The heart of the world

Beats in synchrony with my heart,

The heart of the world

Pulses in delicate flowers.

The essence of all things

Is hidden at a depth,

Somewhere at the bottom,

Every hightide,

Every lowtide

Are run by their own rhythm and their own moon...

The heart of the world

Beats in you and in me,

The heart of the world

Pulses in dark wave,

We study,

We explain,

What can't be explained,

We are befuddled,

We are blinded

By beckoning light of the mystery...

The heart of the world

Is not yet revealed by anyone.

The heart of the world

Is a pigeon on a child's hand...