Lilac roses

The candle burns, breaking the darkness of the night
I'm trying to figure out the flame dance
It is as if it is prophesying something to me,
But I cannot understand his prophecies.
The fire is trembling and the candles are crying with wax,
When the night leaves, it takes sadness with it ...
Dawn is still on the way, and in the moonlight
The Milky Way flickers like a misty ghost ...
And trembling, the fire went out ... It's getting light ...
Meeting the dawn, the stars and the moon go out ...
I don't know what was in that prophecy,
Perhaps Fate has dreamed me….
Elena Sosedova