Текст песни Столбовский Евгений - Касаясь пальцем

Touching with your finger

Touching water with a finger, we reflect
And we see: the image in the highlights disappears,
In circles of bright days on the spring waters,
A part of the love of other worlds,

Having drunk the moisture that the palm holds,
We step into the serenity of silence,
Only the sun in the middle of the sunset, watching
Weaving a whitish fire with beauty,

Allow me to touch the eternal at that moment,
For that beloved holy will,
Grace giving birth in a hot breath,
You will tell the soul about Yourself by caressing.

here and now for you ...

Certificate of publication No. 116102306541

23 October 2016