Ethereal Reflections

Her eyes are nothing like the stars above,
Yet in them dances moth-like living flame.
Another night of ordinary love,
But with her - nothing stays the same.

Her gentle blame is like a cooling breeze,
Like autumn grass cut down before the frost.
There may be no truth in the words she breathes,
But in her lies - all truth is lost.

Somewhere angels cry: “Forgive, goodbye.”
Like a candle melting, I sigh.
Bittersweet sorrow fills my heart’s tide,
I am yours forever - you’re no one’s bride.

Her radiant light outshines the blinding sun,
And in her shadow even blood grows cold.
Such sacred joy is not for everyone -
A crown of thorns, of burning gold.

Each knave or king she holds within her deck
Will fall to jealous hatred, deep and wild.
She walks away along the same old track -
And leaves me lost - yet reconciled.

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/nQEjNT4s4A2uiw

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This song in Russian via the link:

http://stihi.ru/2025/07/01/7570