In the faraway clouds of steel

There’s a trace of a cold glow.

And night is dissolving in dreams,

The night, in which we were born.

The centuries’ childhood is ending,

And having acknowledged the new truth,

We are unlikely to be deceived again

By the romanticism of the medieval chapters

We’ve been taught for long time during that night

About the borrowed ideals from the books

And they threatened with the fiery hell

The ones who didn’t fit in these ideals

But the world, being coloured by the new dawn,

Is clearer, than all the books written about it,

And, finally, we can see ourselves in the mirror

The way we are, in our true essence.

And this awakening

Is still scaring one’s heart,

But, now, there’s nothing to change,

The spiral thread cannot be turned into a ring

Echo of the bygone epoch

Is melting in the heavy air

We’ll never be back to the childhood years

The Lost Son will never return to his Father

• * *

Science has managed to study us

The way we are, in our true colours:

We’re parts of the universe, both bodies and personalities,

We’re clots of energies and masses.

Nobody decided whom to be born as,

A villain, a saint, or a dog:

The nature’s law is writing the world’s pages

And we’re just following the plot.

The freedom to be pure or sinful

Is just the product of our own ignorance.

How could they threat with the endless punishment

The one who doesn’t know their future path?

Choosing out of thousands of paths,

Human nature is wise:

In it, evil isn’t foremost, and everyone wishes

Only goodness, at least to themselves…

And this awakening

Is recreating everything once again!

Only having loved ourselves with no shame,

We’ll forget the world ruled by enmity.

Echo of the bygone epoch

Is melting in the fresh air:

We’ll never be back there,

Into the shadow of legends made of rock and ice.

• * *

In the faraway clouds of steel

The wonderful dawn is burning,

And the night has drowned in the centuries,

Erasing its farewell trace.

Wishing goodness to ourselves,

We’ve been tormented by guilt,

As if goodness was evil,

And as if it wasn’t for ourselves, but for someone else.

And, even in the space age,

We were searching for an escape to death:

To be gone through the nuclear ash,

To save the world from ourselves;

But the world has turned out to be much more wise

Than hundreds of yesterday’s ideas,

And, once we’ve seen the Earth in the window,

We’ve become comparable to it!

And this awakening

Is recreating everything once again,

The world where progress is moving forward for us,

Where guilt and shame have lost their power.

Echo of the bygone epoch

Is melting in the fresh air:

We’ll never be back there,