Beloe Bezmolvie

All years and centuries and epochs in a row -
Everything tends to heat from frost and blizzards ,
Why are these birds fly north ,
If birds should be - just to the south ?

Glory they do not need - and majesty,
Here under the wings end ice -
And they will find happiness avian ,
As a reward for a daring flight!

What do not we lived , what we did not sleep well ?
What we kicked the road in high waves ?
We observe the radiance while not necessary,
This rarely happens - the lights in the price!

Silence ... Only seagulls - like lightning -
Emptiness we feed them out of hand.
But the reward us for silence
Must be sound!

How long have we only dream of white dreams -
All other shades of snow brought -
We are blinded - dark on this whiteness -
But prozreem from the black strip of land .

Our throat let silence
Our weakness melted like a shadow -
And the reward for a night of despair
Will polar eternal day!

North , will, hope - a country without borders
Snow without dirt - as long life without lies .
We do not eat dog crow eyes out of their sockets -
Because that is not found here crows .

Who did not believe in evil prophecy
In the snow did not lie down for a moment to relax -
Those awards for loneliness
Have to meet somebody!