Diapason – The Bridge
The trembling of the ground - my dream.
I stand alone on an old bridge.
I hear the voices, looking down
See the mud water, I am walking…
I'm alone on the bridge...
The Autumn’s coming - I feel it.
And yellow leaves are on the road.
I see the faces looking down.
See the dove, flying…
I'm alone on the bridge...
Yesterday I had a dream,
That many years ago
One woman abandoned her newborn child
Under the bridge I know,
I hear voices of the people
Talking in this night in the light of lanterns.
In the wind I recognize the crying…
Tremble of the bridge is fear
Of looking down.
And sometimes I see a woman
Coming to this place.
Who is she I can just wonder,
I remember - I saw somewhere her face.
Tremble of the bridge is fear
Of looking down.
I remember - I saw somewhere her face
Maybe in my dreams.