From times immemorial I lived in darkness
In blooming silence.
Eyes — only able to see In darkness,
Ears — only able to hear the beat of my heart.
My senses are dead
Eternal darkness — eternal silence
Dreamless sleep.
I roused up by an unfamiliar thought:
Flared up pictures had died like falling stars.
My hope for light rushed through my body.
An unknown but warm voice cut the dull silence:
Words which never would open my closed lips.
Weally, I noticed a pale face
but full of life and with a painful expression.
I foresaw its tears
Which never would find their way to freedom
For this long time I had been on my own
but who was this transparent statue?
I was able to see with its eyes
And able to hear with its ears.
I felt with its senses…
I absorbed its thoughts and dreams to live therein.
But as soon as sleep had left me
I was alone again,
Nearer to death than before.
One feeling remained, my yearning for breaking
Out of this darkness to float in radiant light
To understand the spoken words after all.
To understand the spoken words after all.
Therefore I would fight.
I would сut off the veil of darkness
with my beholding eyes.
With my hearing ears I would force the silence
To scream.
Then the spell would be broken and I would be free.
Now — in the distance I already can see the light
and hear the gentle voice
that tempt me.
I walk towards, try to touch it…
Finally, I step out from this world into this light.
As I reach the source of light and tone
I see the pale face with eyes full of life,
I listen to the words. I'm not alone any longer
But… It's my
Mirage