Текст песни Ветров Борис - Мориц Юнна На грани выдоха и вдоха

On the verge of exhalation and sigh

On the verge of exhalation and inhale there is a wave,
Where life is released from visibility,
Body and external features are abolished,
And our essence there are freely spilled.

There are no vessels for cluster voids,
and the sign of presence is different than here and the bill
not facial, not name, and only rhythm
There it is riveted and the stars burn.

On the verge of exhalation and inhale there is a wave,
Where life, like music, is heard, but not visible.
And there poetry takes her poems.
And there they possess the sins.

1984.
Yunna Moritz.