Текст песни Алексей Заев - Envoi

poems Gunnar Ekelef

Like flares, stars swell. Now dead, now dead
now dead, then their light shines in a flickering pile.
Millions of times, prostrate before the world,
I thought - what I want and what will happen to me.

One thing was sought: to be as given.
The search was different: barren resistance.
But in the flow, the less often I felt the bottom,
the more willingly he underwent change.

There is an innate property: to be. Other: to be deprived.
There is no purpose on the main roads. A narrow track leads to the goal.
Have you seen how gold paints flame on window frames?
Moonlight path, this dead swell is yours.