So no one loved. After thousands of years
Only such love comes.
On such a day, spring blooms on the earth
And the earth is harvested in the morning.

She breathes softly and lightly in the blue,
stretches her arms to the stars...
On such a day, spring blooms on the earth
and trembles with sweet torment...

My heart withers from happy eyes,
that burn in the fog above me...
Blood spills and flows through my veins,
as if it smells of quinoa...

Hey, you, bright stars!.. My quiet moon!..
Where have you seen more love?..
I will pluck the golden Orion for her,
I - sing to the worker's wound...

Without loving anyone. After thousands of years
Only such love will come.

On such a day, spring blooms on the earth
And the earth is reaping the harvest.

She breathes softly and lightly in the blue,
stretches her arms to the stars...

On such a day, spring blooms on the earth
And trembles with sweet torment.

Maybe someday I will say that no one has loved me as much as you.....
Yours, Anna