Hush

Hush. Hush now, hush...
Northern ash has settled on the wing.
Higher. Higher, higher...
The fog is turning into a glow.

The sky sways in the slender branches,
The wind reads forgotten signs.
Someone remained on distant roads,
Someone returned to scatter their fears.

Hush, hush — do not wake
What is breathing beneath the ash.
Higher, higher — guide
This light above your head.

Hush, hush — until dawn,
Let the silence drift.
If the ash remembers us —
Then the voice will never die.

Closer. Closer, closer...
The cold touches our names.
Can you hear? Quieter and quieter,
The unforgiven pierces the heart.

The city froze at the river bend,
As if it does not know where to go.
We let go of the sins of others,
But cannot part with their echo.

Hush, hush — do not wake
What is breathing beneath the ash.
Higher, higher — guide
This light above your head.

Hush, hush — until dawn,
Let the silence drift.
If the ash remembers us —
Then the voice will never die.

Farther. Farther, farther...
Light breaks through the glass.
It is frightening. So frightening...
If one day you no longer remember Him...

Northern ash settles on the snow,
But a flame rises from beneath it.
Perhaps everything that vanished forever
Was simply learning to sound between us.