Music byTamara Nesterovich

O music, healer of the soul of mine!

I will not disturb your enchantment.

You breathe, you are alive, you are alive.

And not a single your  sound can lie.

You are pure as a drop of dew, scattered,

In which the whole universe is reflected.

You are bright, like a clear sunshine allowed,

Which bursts forth from behind the dark clouds.

You are as gentle as the caress of a breeze,

Do the care hand touches as surprise.

You are formidable, calling to  fair battle!

And with the dark forces, and with an evil dole.

O music, you are  wise healer of the soul.

I will not disturb your precious charm at all…