Returning home from daily grind
We get into the realm of night
Forgetting shame and gaining fright
We tear apart the day behind.
And though we're entering the night
We can't help searching for the light
But having seen the Phoebus glow
We'll understand it's shone too low.
We are awake just like the Moon at night.
Cassiopeia puts her tricky questions.
The satellites pearce through the Milky way beside
Suggesting us from their height
Some witty answers to those questions.
Realm of night - an adapted translation
© Copyright: Алексий Афанасьев, 2016
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