You Were Living For Me,

You were living for me, you were running to me as a deer, And I thought, and I thought... I just had no faith, blocked by fear. You were serving like Christ, You were probably - His palm and His hand, and I had, and I had my own complex of abjective teasing. You turned silent like lamb, you were lost for me, just like my father. I start to understand - you became too close to my sapphires. I don't need any words, I need only the empty light tunnel, All is positive! Choice measures heaven as well as the ground. *** Ты ведь жил для меня, устремляясь подобно оленю, а я думала, думала... страхи мешали мне верить. Ты служил, как Христос, его длань и рука был, скорее, а во мне был, во мне был лишь комплекс моих унижений. Ты, как агнец, затих, как отец - для меня потерялся, но к сапфирам моим - слишком близко, видать, приближался. Не нужны мне слова, нужен свет лишь пустого туннеля, все прекрасно: земля, небеса - выбор их соразмерен.