Thanks
Calmed down the last chord faded spotlight
And I'm standing in the middle of the empty hall ...
The river without banks -
Excitement, joy and fear.
And I think I have something not yet said ...
Something not yet said ...
How much should accommodate
In a short answer.
How little can be said
A mean word 'thank you'
About this impulse of love,
About this tremulous light
About what your eyes
So immensely beautiful ...
So beautiful inspiration ...
In my heart, as in the wound
Stuck helpless fragments of phrases and words that are powerless
How treacherous tears squeezed my throat
And I want to shout:
"As you are beautiful! People like you are beautiful!"
Let each pulse of heat
Let every impulse of love,
Reflected twice to come back to you.
Let this tremulous light
Is filling the whole world
Comfort and heal, multiplied many times over.
And even in dire trouble
And in the most harrowing hour
Let you not leave light powers.
Lest you broke
Not hardened,
You to remember as you are beautiful!
People like you are beautiful!
My wounds in ornament
My memory of burns,
Not born to burn and throb rhymes.
In the burnt throat
Only spasms and whisper
And I want to shout:
"As you are beautiful! People like you are beautiful!"
Calmed down the last chord faded spotlight
And I'm standing in the middle of the empty hall ...
The river without banks -
Excitement, joy and fear.
And I think I have something not yet said ...
Something important I did not say ...
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