[ Featuring POLINA PRIANYKOVA ]
And amid the warmth of winds and fallen leaves,
The skies open their eyes,
Branches, like eyelashes,
Tremble on the waves of air currents,
And there, in the distance on the border,
Between the wheat sun and the horizon of plains,
The line of rivers stretched out,
Like sheet lightning,
A canvas of tenderness
Wraps the expanses, where silence - a soil for dreams.
Forgotten worlds, sleeping in the heart,
Awaken under the shadow of birds' wings.
And light, refracting through the prism of clouds,
Scatters on the earth.
As in a tale, born by the whisper of summer,
So this moment, diluting into eternity,
Instills faith in hearts, tired of running,
That every minute is an eternity,
And every whisper of the wind is a song,
Everlasting, tender, like the first snow,
Coming to replace the golden autumn,
In whose embrace each of us
Finds solace and peace.