When waters of the great deluge
Returned again within the coastal lines
Out of the foam of the receding water
Love came out quietly to the land
And dissolved in the air for some time
And lasted for a span of forty forties

And some eccentrics that still exist
Breathe in this mix with their full chest
And don’t expect no awards, nor punishment
And thinking they are just breathing
They suddenly fit in
Someone’s else same uneven breathing

Only feeling, like a ship
Will stay afloat for a long time
Before learning that “I love”
Is the same as “I breathe” or “I live”

And there will be plenty of travel and wanderings:
Country of Love is a great country!
And she will ask even more strictly
From his knights to test them
It will require separations and distances
Will deprive of leisure, rest and sleep...

But you can’t turn back the madmen
They already agree to pay
Any cost, even risk their lives
To prevent tearing, to save
That invisible magic thread
Which stretched out between them

The fresh wind intoxicated the chosen ones
Knocked them down, raised them from the dead
Because if you didn’t love
It means you you didn’t live and did not breathe

But many of those choked with love
Can not hear you, no matter how you call
Rumors and idle talk keep the counting of them
But this counting is mixed with blood
And we will put candles in the head
Of those who died from unprecedented love

Their voices always merge to the beat
And their souls are given to wander in flowers
And to breathe forever in one breath
And to meet with a sigh on their lips
On fragile crossings and bridges
At the narrow intersections of the universe

I will lay the fields for those in love -
Let them sing in a dream and in reality!
I breathe, and that means I love!
I love, and that means I live!