"Steel obeys obediently
She's being crushed by a hammer
Her from the fiery furnace
Thrown into the freezing cold
And in this torture and in this torture
And in this repeated torture
The damask blade is born".

And love, it's where the clouds float,
Where is the light born and from the light the string,
Where music is born.
And love, it's where it's always been.
It all depends on God and a little bit on us.

"Springs do not freeze
In winter, they forgot about the trails
They're like hiding places.
They lie in silver snowdrifts
The frozen forests are silent
Everything froze, water and land
And only the whisper of the spring
The cold can't stop it".

We are destined to be parallel
It's so solid in this life.
The equation will be resolved
Only after the final line.

I'm sure we'll meet there,
Smiling at the cruel irony,
Let's light up in the September sky
A starfall and a phantasmagoria.

"The late evening in Sorento
Does not spoil us with the weather.
That's the end of the summer "Goodbye, Italy!" .
We say goodbye with love.
Our song is finished.
And the late evening in Sorento is hanging over us".

"Where does blind happiness lead me?
Among friends, acquaintances, and girlfriends?
I'm like that cloud that the wind is tearing apart,
Without letting it rain all of a sudden".

"I measure my life by the number of friends,
And the distances by the anxieties of separation,
And leaving every sound in my heart,
The birds of my music fly into the sky".

"Everything in this raging world is illusory,
There is only a moment - hold on to it,
There is only a moment between the past and the future,
It is called life!"

The dry mountain steppe rang with the sun, pouring blessings on the world in the morning hours. The spikelets of wild grass swayed in the wind, and as we walked along the barely visible path, it was as if I was plunging into the green sea. There are many branches off the path.