Smolkali speech, and jokes,
input, the head revealing.
The air was misty and spooky,
In the corner I heard the call…
A call to an unknown hope,
Behind it - the silence, silence…
There's a woman in black clothes
I read, being baptized, letters.
And the people, not knowing shrine,
You are looking at the pale face
Longing for the lost son,
Sadness about the early end…
she, gathered in the street,
I learned, that her son is alive,
That somewhere he reaches out to God,
That somewhere he cries one…
And only the last burden
Left - get into his darkness,
Tell great joy,
To make it easier to him…
