Stop!

Milk Sergei
Novopolotsk



Over a century of age, with the age of the age -
All the same race, the same race ...
In this ghostly way
You can not escape from the SPIRIT!

Stop! And in that moment
Hear the cry of alarm you,
The alarm cry of your Soul -
Do not rush, and do not rush

There, where at dusk
wins Gone Music & Light,
And the pieces - from the breast -
Your adversity - ahead

! But under the cover of silence
Gone illusive dreams,
And deep
past years You open secret,

What do you - Creator, and all around -
As a reflection of our hands!
And the golden voice,
And blue skies,

In which Star Water
Do not freeze - NEVER,
A whole universe for Her - sparkling brighter and stronger!