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The songs of the wind and sky Wind, wind Blew up by the wind heard by the ear These songs were sung for me by the wind Songs prayers songs destinies songs cries Songs – holy days The wind sang for me all my life Songs of the wind on the verge of the road Standing quietly Talking to me Child girl woman angel dove white dove love romance chant Narrow colorful ribbon of the verge My thought inmost diary Inner cover of inmost blood vessels Baroque concert of my voice in the world (…) These are songs of pain, pain is river River of time which whashes you and Brings into obscurity All your life love death destiny There is judgement Last Ludgement… merciful Song high grave of human grief Time leaves only the bank of the river… river-ber Voice that exists in you solely This lonely songs which are heard Only by high graves and blue sky For whom we sing? (…) If you stay on the grave and breath to the full Sing to the verge of heart Than the difference disappears Between you and those Ancient people This and that worlds Anyway you see the essence of world Serene world! I stay over the songs as over the water Rano-rano our heart grows becomes higher than the sky We sing passionately because this is indeed the passions! Flower-bride – the sign of unknown the sign of bride Separate on the earth on nobody’s earth The story of song on the verge of heart Very simple to the verge It is just sung in pause Viewing every word as gold ornament Which will have to be given back in exchange Just the prayer I believe in what I do (Sergey Kovalevich) |