The black wing of silence came over us; We
knew not whether to breathe or die;
The dark figure wept, for whom I love,
I am in love with She, who
causes my heart to fly;
She breathes for me
She breathes for me,
She is the mysterious woman, Love;
Life is a miracle and she
is the entity through whom I breathe,
I breathe through her
I breathe for her
only for her, I breathe ...
Who are you my shadowy bird
and where do you fly from
to bring me your sadness?
Soft as a word, the word is love
In my dreams she haunts me
to the ends of the earth;
There, on the Black Sea of my youth
she sits on her perch
and watches over me
I dream of her
I dream of her; She
causes my heart to cease
I breathe through her
I breathe for her
only for her,
She is my body, she is my blood
She is the mystical supper of womanhood
She is joy, she is sorrow
She is the life, whom I hopelessly love
copyright, Lucan Charchuk, 2003