Елена Фролова - Лети-лети лепесток
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Fly, fly, petal
Through the west to the east
Through the north and to the south
Make a magic circle

Fly high, lightly
Whisper in God's ear
That I can't wait for that
What I don't ask Him for

What I don't ask for, but I wait
So joy runs across the ice
Not seeing that the ice is cracking
Not knowing that it will spare
Her weightless run
A born man

Day and night
The grass rustles
Why is it alive
Why words
Why rights
The grass rustles
And grows tall
Above the living grass
A golden flower

I will approach
I will go to that pond
Where grows tall
A golden flower
I will stretch out my palm
And the native fire
Will sing in response
And will stretch out to me
With a golden hand
Not holy peace

But a continuous stream
Of wild worries
And the high sound
Of unearthly separations
And someone else's dawn
At the end of years
And the end of everything
A fragile petal
Of my love

Fly, fly, petal
Shine, shine, my soul
Grow, grow, my love
To let go, but to hold

At the very edge of trouble
From the most bitter of separations
Above the black pool of water

I will hold you, fly!

Fly high easily
Whisper in God's ear
That I can't wait for that
That I don't ask Him for

That I don't ask for, but I wait
So joy runs across the ice
Not seeing that the ice is cracking
Not knowing that it will spare
Her weightless run
A born man