Woken up by the white the white,
By impatience of heart to melt,
The sky was empty this night,
Without the stars has been left.
The sky didn’t sleep this night,
Was waiting for stars, but no,
Not even one occurred, not even one, no…
I ran by the sea, the waves
Approached me from the back,
I forgot who I was, I passed,
When at once I remembered снег.
And instinctively as the birds sing
or a tired dog goes to sleep,
I stopped and I handed my dream
To the emptiness of the sea.
Dozed off by the blue blue,
Which beclouds the white tight,
I am a self-moving star, true,
On the dome of my Mother Earth.