Мантра покоя в вечерней тишине

Silence down the phone.
Hum me deepest trust, lifted voices in the sky,
Feeling something near.
A whisper pulls us by, and only disappear.
Stone breath in your faint, stone breath in your pain.
Through the dark, you still belong; in the cold,
You've heard my song.
Praises were become a warmth that is concealed,