Milan Nalimov - Let Grace Settle On My Temple

An old courtyard warm light from the window
The scent of basil, the quiet all around
I count the days
I've lived one by one
Like stars in the dark deep beneath the ground
Life is like a song beside the fire
Bitter and bright, so wise and so inspiring
Let the grace settle on my temple, soft and slow
In my heart, a flame that never ceased to glow
Moonlight falls upon the threshold, bright and clear
The old town remembers every breath
I've drawn this year
Hands are scarred, but still the soul is singing on and on
Time is spinning quietly
Its endless way it carries on
Life is like a song
Bes beside the fire, bitter and bright, so wise and so inspiring
Let the grave set upon my temples