Native stars in the foreign sky.
Foreign ice in the native eyes.
Guards are standing by the roadside.
This image has a bitter taste.
I look back and don’t see my ship —
Just the lead waves covered with foam.
I must take the second step into the deep —
The first I took when I left my home.
Why did I leave my home,
Why did I leave my home?
A shining star above the native lake.
I feel her warm breath and hand.
Colored petals slowly fall —
We believed it would never end.
Her breath and hand —
A paradise without end.
Native stars in the foreign sky.
Foreign ice chills my native voice.
I have lost the ancient skill to fly —
My soul is sick, it’s not my choice.
In my heart I hear a voice:
“It’s not my choice.”
I look back and don’t see my track.
The desert dust has hidden it.
I must go along a twisted crack —
So little time I have for it.
So little time I have for it.
Native stars in the foreign sky
© Copyright: Артем Полярин, 2017
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