Текст песни Михаил Лавка - Мотылёк

And the moth that I dream about
and the moth that I dream -
the same sunny sadness,
scattered by the wind in the spring.

I chose this from all time
but it seems like I haven't lived yet:
the sounds of all earthly names are new to me,
but the alarming rustle of wings is so familiar.

From the twilight of the lingonberry leaf
to the farthest, brightest stars
my whole life is spilled into space,
and all of it intertwined in me.

And if I'm afraid of anything,
then the flap of wings in sleepy silence.
But the God to whom I dream is tender
and the God who dreams of me is bright.

Dmitry Rumyantsev