Откуда-то придут огни. Одни они. Бредут в зените,...

From somewhere the lights will come.
They are alone.
Wandering at the zenith
Like a whole short thread.
God is everywhere.
And where the sky is
It’s completely dark.
My sorrow is two angels
Do not hide the wings.
And dreams froze
Winter is cold.
We are so free
And don't hear
When we take turns breathing
In the sun of the very first night.
And by the way,
Someone knows
No farther away
All that will happen
It can not be
Or don't ...