Once at the midnight,  once in the springtime
Stars falled  from the sky
Pare stars falled with the mild glimmer 
Into the garden they flied
This happy collapse, dance in the air
Turned their heads in space
But to come back to native constellation
Was the impossible case.

Two the stars - the two bright stories
In own love - as in the open space
Two voices in depths of silence
In the celestial temple - astral marriage.

Unfortunately stars 're not  birds 
Wings were not given them.
They had no fate to realize
Ascension to the heaven.
As golden candles stars were burnt down 
Far from the shores of the Earth.
And their songs  melt near ground
As clouds of incense  smokes.