MOVEMENT (Движение)

Everything is incomplete. I know:
Perfection hidden is inside of us.
My lit-up room is darkened now,
But yet the day`s not over.
And in shifts, on roads, and pictures
Our good hands will be seen.
A day will come, another will be gone,
Life will be floating on.

We search… And somewhere universes
Await our human voice.
We’re humans – quite imperfect,
But perfection is inside of us.

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