Текст песни Письмо Анны Тимиревой - Вечером шла у Михайловского замка

In the evening, I was at the Mikhailovsky Castle, heard children arguing:
"- My! Give.
- No, my! "
And suddenly it was so easy and clear as glass rubbed. All will be. Everything is already there. Gone is my and your. Every morning I open my eyes and smile. I live, I'm waiting. This is a reward, not a punishment. Because against all the laws of physics, you give and you arrive and ends. Can you imagine, I feel in my hands high and can not be a round ball of light. It is the grace, the gift of happiness. It happens, you do not laugh, I know. I stand on the threshold of the unknown vast world. Let the future we see darkly as the Apostle said, "through a glass darkly," but it is with us Faith, Hope, Love. And Love is the greatest of these ...