I am an Alkonost, my voice moves you in a trance.
Your mind becomes a clouded sky
when you hear my voice singing
through your confidence.

I can see the state of your soul
as I look into your eyes,
watching you bow to the sun
while dreaming of my song,
of love pursued by sighs.

You see a lovely woman
with lips pressed against each second
lying before you,
not my feathers completing a circle
emptying into all you view.

My voice scratches at the window
of your day
and watches you fall
into my existence.
I sing into your fantasies
always in motion
with no resistance.

You sail the high seas,
upon whose waves
you should never turn your back.
I am the mother
who leaves her young there,
you best be careful
when they hatch.

I am an Alkonost,
my song moves you to remember
nothing but me.
Tonight,
my young call to be born,
oh sailor,
do not sail upon
these troubled seas.