Храм [Khram] [English translation]

I'm writing you from cloudy lands,

Where rain has filled the city to the brim

With water, in which everything reflects

And nothing turns to wine, it seems

I'm writing you from northern latitudes

The living fish's here deader than in cans

The puddles here is one third water, two thirds oil

Connection here never works well

I'm writing you from southern shores

Where the Olympus is too packed with gods

Where beaches became empty in October

Where everything reminds of you too much

I'm writing you from those monasteries

That have no windows and that have no doors

There's nothing here, and to be very frank

There is no monastery here at all

I'm writing you, while looking at a sunset

As someone, who just gave his life for free

I'm looking with a fever or with chills,

How a skyscraper down to the ground falls

I'm writing you on the brick walls

I'm writing on a Novgorod's birch bark

The way it's written on scraps or maybe rags

Half-blind, whether with glasses or not

I'm writing you, that I am coming home

That soon our parting will be over

I'm writing while the red traffic light's still on

I'm writing while there's charge on my iPhone

All things here will be turned to trash

Nobody can remember, who has this temple built

Such life is neither sugar, nor it's silk

Recalled is only he, who has set fire to it

P.S. I'm writing you, I do!

Hello to you! To you and to your baby!

To build a temple for so long and burn it in a moment

Is only what its builder could've done.

• Artist:Splean
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