I wander in dreams along the wrinkles of the universe,
I hear the moans of the Earth from the cosmic peaks,
I see people in a grain of sand of the most ancient temple,
What has become an ark - the Lord has decided so.....
I land on a dome of blue nirvana,
I'm weaving a canvas of cosmic gray,
I see "hard workers" who are oil well enthusiasts,
Squeezing out black "onco-cholesterol" ...
I wander in dreams along the wrinkles of the universe,
I'm weaving a canvas of cosmic gray,
I land on a dome of blue nirvana,
I drink the tears of the Earth from the bottom of Woodingdean's well.....
Leyla Yusupova.