Icon of Virgin. D’you see the reflection?Just your pretty face,So desperate and pale.White cheeks and red eyes,Many tears had passed there,But she cannot find herself anywhere.
Icon of Vigin. Dark walls of the temple.People are praying,But you can just cry.Who are you, maiden? Where did you come from?Whom are crying for,I wonder, and why?
Candles are burning. Eyes of the saintsAre serious, lookingSo steady at you.Life so hard, life’s nothing but burden,But be like your Father,Carry your Cross…