Étoile de la Mer
Boris Grebenshikov
The weight of the heaven's dome that can't be imagined And pain for so long
It doesn't feel like pain any more
We used to have wings
But then we went into water,
Now our breath is tide on the shore.
Only at night when the sky
Seems to be closer
And reckless heart throws away all caution to be there
Remind of us to Her, who is listening:
Mother of God, L'Etoile de la Mer
