In the early morning hours
I heard a tiny melodie
It was moving through the lowland
It was heard from across the sea

I heard no voice
I heard no words
Like a gentle wave
It swept and washed all over me
I was sinking
Down to my knees, Down to my knees

It felt like rising from the grave
It felt like getting saved
Felt like getting saved
It felt like waking up from sleep
With peace all over me
With peace from head to feet


[Russian Poem]