Sounds die away in the ether,

And darkness overtakes the dusk.

In a world become mute for all time,

There are only two voices: yours and mine.

And to the almost bell-like sound

Of the wind from invisible Lake Ladoga,

That late-night dialogue turned into

The delicate shimmer of interlaced rainbows.

For so long I hated

To be pitied,

But one drop of your pity

And I go around as if the sun were in my body.

That’s why there is dawn all around me.

I go around creating miracles,

That’s why!