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Even if a little anxious

Put your hands upon your heart

Look inside how little angels

Make your song a work of art

If they do remain inspired

If the flow is not disturbed

Then the secrets most desired

May be overheard

Tale of sadness — in the winter

Loving madness — in the spring

In the fall all"s gone to splinters

Or become a wedding ring

Ecsrasy of happy changes

Misery — when thrown apart

Even if a little anxious

Put your hands upon your heart

Learn to live with inner anguish

Take a look into your eye

Thoughts, translated into language"s

Losing nature of the sky

As they’re shyly going round

Hearts that are attached to yours

Losing their ground

Whithin every verse

Look again through every lyric

There’s the truth in every line

Under cover of Cyrillic

Lurks, so quiet and redined

Only to dissolve in redness

Of the early morning ray

Leaving us in prosy deadness

Wandering astray