Walking by the scraps of
Eternity...
I’m looking Your voice.
Upstairs flying,
Don’t want to turn round.
There’s a blue sky over me,
There’s the crystal earth under me.
I’m living in other worlds:
Without fantasies, without dreaming.
All of this is lie, mirage, trifle,
And almost everywhere
It is only dark...
Probably, I’ve get lost again,
In the darkness looking for You.
Probably, I’ve disappeared,
In the emptiness believe in You.
Year after year I see that dream...
On the crystal earth... english version
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