Melnā Korsete [English translation]

It's late evening

And it dews like a glass

The moon comes to caress

The black skin in the night

But in diligent arms despair

Begins to plant, in the heart,

Black seedlings of pain.

I suffocate in the night's black corset

And the weirdest thing is that you're here.

I suffocate in the night's black corset

And the weirdest thing is that you're here.

Mind is looking for reasons,

Like mushroom-pickers are looking for mushrooms

But soul's eyes are tied up tightly

Rosy and resilient moon shines

So daring and doesn't move from the spot.

I suffocate in the night's black corset

And the weirdest thing is that you're here.

I suffocate in the night's black corset

And the weirdest thing is that you're here.

How thickened,

How stifling,

Is the velvet air.

And how hollowly pulsates the bell in the attic

How theatrical is this despair I would say

How overacted if there wouldn't be that verse

How theatrical if there wouldn't be that verse.

• Artist:Aija Andrejeva