You die…And I’ll forgive myself.

Your final breath is light and quiet.

The passer-by who’s looking like you

Will never startle on his way.

You die…and turn the icon’s angle,

Your fingers crush the burning candle

And I will spill myself in rain

That’s whispering a sinful prayer

And takes away the thrill of pain -

Hosanna’s rain – Oхana’с rain.

Peace to your windows.