Why not falling sky (BG)
He heard her name – he was waiting for reiteration;
He threw into the fire all that was not a pity.
He walked far in the light of her star;
In his fingers the snow was turning into steel.
And he stood up by the river to drink silence;
To wash away from himself all, and again to stay alive.
To find her voice, to enter into twilight of her,
To become pilgrim in the long way of her;
In his fingers water was turning into smoke.
And when his day ended silently and strangely,
And his horses first became lightweight,
Then rings of her springs, flame of her candles,
Silently lay down in the stone of his hand.
He heard her name – he was waiting for reiteration;
He threw into the fire all that was not a pity.
He walked far in the light of her star;
In his fingers the snow was turning into steel.
And he stood up by the river to drink silence;
To wash away from himself all, and again to stay alive.
To find her voice, to enter into twilight of her,
To become pilgrim in the long way of her;
In his fingers water was turning into smoke.
And when his day ended silently and strangely,
And his horses first became lightweight,
Then rings of her springs, flame of her candles,
Silently lay down in the stone of his hand.