A mysterious voice comes straight to my heart,
Like a mother, coming to wake up her child,
For breastfeeding, at the mid of night!
And I, like a child, not making a screaming voice,
Just staring into mother's eyes and suckling!
But, suddenly the voice runs away like a dream,
As if mother has finished her feeding,
And draws her nipples out of my mouth,
What is this, what is that, that doesn't make me sleep,
Eh! I have lost melodious divinely tunes!
Am I abandoned?
No, perhaps my sincerity is being put to test,
Mother, please, don't refuse me my sweet food...
...hidden in your sweet voice,
Thanks be to You, the sound of your violin...
...has again started touching my heart's ear,
Its like a mystery that refuses to stay off my heart,
I can only hope it will never leave me,
And keep me ever united through the mysterious tunes.
Mykoul
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