Владимир Цветков - Откровенье
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It was probably a ritual
I woke up a minute before dawn
Whoever was sick with love, suffered
Whoever was sick with love, suffered
Lynching themselves in search of an answer

The stars are still in the sky, and the oriole sings
And they responded to her in the pre-dawn fog
Someone will read my secret thoughts
Someone will read my secret thoughts
About the most painful and cherished

Everyday life, like dust, slipped through my fingers
And feelings were swallowed by transience
If only you can, forgive me
For my cruelty and carelessness

The goddess Melpomene will not come
Along the steps of the morning dawn
Perhaps life is one big stage
Perhaps life is one big stage
And here is a declaration of love

I sympathize with those who survived
And I pity those who rushed
Heaven has always blessed
Heaven has always Blessed
Only those who sacrificially loved

Grasses entwine themselves into inflorescences for them
Bells ring for matins
And I, as if from a bygone century
And I, as if from a bygone century
I hear the voices of loved ones

Everyday life, like dust, slipped through my fingers
And feelings were swallowed by transience
If only you can, forgive me
For my cruelty and carelessness

The goddess Melpomene will not come
Along the steps of the morning dawn
Perhaps life is one big stage
Perhaps life is one big stage
And then comes a declaration of love

Perhaps life is one big stage
And then comes a declaration of love