Put Your Hands Upon Your Heart

Even if a little anxious
Put your hands upon your heart
Look inside how little angels
Make your song a work of art
If they do remain inspired
If the flow is not disturbed
Then the secrets most desired
May be overheard
Tale of sadness — in the winter
Loving madness — in the spring
In the fall all"s gone to splinters
Or become a wedding ring
Ecsrasy of happy changes
Misery — when thrown apart
Even if a little anxious
Put your hands upon your heart
Learn to live with inner anguish
Take a look into your eye
Thoughts, translated into language"s
Losing nature of the sky
As they’re shyly going round
Hearts that are attached to yours
Losing their ground
Whithin every verse
Look again through every lyric
There’s the truth in every line
Under cover of Cyrillic
Lurks, so quiet and redined
Only to dissolve in redness
Of the early morning ray
Leaving us in prosy deadness
Wandering astray