Текст песни Елена Фролова - Вот распахнулся день...

Here the day has opened
Like God's embrace
Native someone's shadow
Slid in a white dress -
The eyes of things were opened
The prophetic voice faded away
And someone's sigh - but whose? -
Thin hair
Patterned carpet
The lightest spider web:
Heavenly game -
From the past picture,
Sold out chest
Winged hopes.
A distant gentle sound
From someone else's life
Native domes
With crosses wide open -
My soul was floating
Like a birdie
Without touching the strings
What were called wires
So he stayed young
My voice is in this temple.

1997