A. Glukhov. Vase of time. 1989.
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There are much shadows in hearts
Oppressive thunder – deeply feeling
And hidden depths of ardent love
From whence I’ll fly over His shelter
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Oh, mighty nature full of vim and vigor
I’ll fend off thirsty for a time
He sought himself in past thru pictures
And fell in love with only starry night
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Although he’d heard His voice at night
The beauty begging you…delay!
Forgotten hermitage in slumber dreaming
They used to sing His heathen song again
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I’ve lost my heart along the Milky Way
Who’s hiding in the reed bed…why?
Egyptian spell was spoken by hermit
He dies at once but love still live in nights
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He is a breeze amongst the clouds
Such beauty blue I have not seen
You very thoughtful in the devil’s dream
A pair of pensive eyes you’ll see…
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Beside the little pond he’s sleeping
Oh,…protecting fairytale slumber
Till last gasp – his dream still lasting
Through wild breezes – the Light
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After rain the clouds walk away
Some hopes live – some dies indeed
There’re no whiff of ether anymore
The crimson lights of firmament…no more
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Two arrows are thrusting into sky
A frozen tree dies standing lento
And never play the forest music
He won’t win the toss and fly away
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In contemplation he has lost a part of heart
My pretty beard was the best or smart
And will become a soul of ancient statue
And slumbering in deepest dream tonight
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He’ll be enthroned in His realm
Primeval forest waiting Him tonight
Bizarre design He’ll weave all night