Letras
An octave full of silence plays.
A mellow April afternoon.
I hear the early bees, and they
Speak of the summer coming soon -
Upon the hour when the light
Begins to swarm, its breathing heavy,
And winter painfully resides
Along the tips of grassy meadows.
The barking of a dog. The sigh
Of blossoms from the anxious trees,
And last year's nest that sits inside
Collecting coins of sunlight ease,
In hopes to purchase yet once more
The downy feathers of new flights,
And songs, and fear of the claws
Of Grizzly cats that prowl the night,
The beating of new life to start
Within its empty straw embraces...
The weathered nest becomes a heart -
Its flock today anticipating.
One octave full of silence plays.
Beyond it - spring, and not a sound.
The flock, resembling a man,
Keeps stumbling across the clouds.
Lyrics: Plamen Sivov
English translation: Diana Stefanova