Life never stands still,
It seethes, boils, spins —
Balls, Love, Dreams...
But eternal is the sky of Austerlitz.
The blooming spring will pass,
And summer slips away unseen,
Suddenly an autumn leaf will fall,
And daylight grows less keen.
All our lives we rushed like this,
Always afraid to be late for something,
Giving all our strength to Love,
Just not to lose ourselves in its flooding.
We wait for its desired reply,
The eternal search for life's meaning,
Under the bottomless, blue sky —
The eternal sky of Austerlitz.
In hustle, days pass one by one,
We guess the riddles of our Fate,
And like in childhood, wait for miracles —
The church lamps burning late.
With the righteous fire of our prayer,
We cleanse our souls with faith in Him,
And again the Angels will start circling,
Giving us a chance to be born anew
In the bottomless blue sky of Austerlitz.
The Sky of Austerlitz
© Copyright: Сергей Стецко, 2025
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