Да, помню, как-то я наткнулась на небольшой отрывок из старинной любовной песни в пыльной книге, и мне показалось, будто слова дышат, шепчут прямо в ухо, как тайна, которую несёт ветер. Сразу стало как-то щемит в груди – и радостно, и немного тесно, как нежная колыбельная, запрятанная в камне.

I think the hymn was about two lovers separated by fate, their hearts beating like twin drums beneath the desert sky. It speaks of a quiet devotion, a promise whispered to the stars that even the sands can’t erase. The poet wrote that longing is a river that runs through all ages, and that every touch felt as if it were the first sunrise after a long night. In its words you hear a gentle ache that feels both ancient and very close, like an echo that wants to be held again.