A bridge of ice over the fire of thirst
Crystal-light frost of curtains
Logical fatum, chaos of patterns
An order, a whim, a desire of unity
Thin glass. Unable to touch
Striding to stage through icicles
Without remarks and ability of Deeds
I have the only permission: to smile
Answer me!!. A moment of merge
And ice remains unbroken
We've played this perfect - as usual.
But frost keeps minting the confessions
The visions melt in blaze of stage lights
Faded flame slowly goes away
Curtains close, but act stills going on
We just miss applauses and flowers.
Theatre of ice English translation
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