Нежностью имя твоё пеленаю, Глажу морщинки души… То...

I swaddle your name with tenderness
I stroke the wrinkles of the soul ...
Either heavenly or earthly
Who are you? “I haven't decided.”
So responds, dumb her,
Good name ligature ...
Humming sounds, by will of captivity,
They are looking for the subtlest connection.
From my fleeting dreams
Gently touching the peaks
The name will come up, like the sun from the shadow ...
Who are you? “I haven't decided.”
It’s like your prayer thrashed away
Flushing indifferent dirt
I crawl out of the marble adits
Aiming for a clear sky.
And obeying a vague call
The once sleeping soul
In the name I hear the eternal word ...
Who are you? “I haven't decided.”
Like, dying from pain and bliss,
Open heart without melting?
You open the page of elegy -
The secret names of our connection ...