Коли до губ твоїх [Koli do gub tvoïhk] [English translation]

When to the lips of yours remains a half of breath to slice,

when to the lips of yours remains a half for pacing —

your pupils - woven from a really big surprise,

and in your eyes is blue… and wideness – spacing.

You whisper something what is charmed and quietly

the whisper, like a blues, that torments soul’s desire.

And I forget, that I can breathe for quiet bit,

that I could even walk – forget. Admire

from eyelids - black bird rises – it’s unstoppable,

it takes my confidence somewhere to deal…

The half for pacing still remains un-step-able,

a half of breath is stuck in throat - for real.

Your pupils - woven from a really big surprise,

and in your eyes is blue… and wideness – spacing.

But to the lips remains a half of breath to slice,

and to your lips remains a half for pacing.

• Artist:Plach Yeremiji