Night falls and my soul worries,
Hey, miracle, please show your face,
My exhausted feelings are confused,
I am poor, I am alone.
My eyes, please cry bitter tears,
You may become blind; it is alright for me,
There is no room on this earth for me,
Will the sky take me to its bosom?
Hey, Moon, do not hurt my heart
Do not hide yourself behind the night
Please be a window
To the country of miracles.
Through the lights of stars
I will reach to you
And when I go further
I will not become a man from the earth.
I will find a beloved there
The purest and the cleanest
I will give her a name – Faithful,
Her surname will be – Miracle.
Night falls, and my heart hurts…
