Your silent knowledge keeps the memories of your endless roads.
Death knocks on your door whenever it wants to and there is no use of hiding from it.
You still remember those endless roads. Some of them made you lonely and empty and your soul was ill,
other gave you love and happiness, leading you through snowy mountain peaks and spacious blue sea.
And on one of such roads, on a Russian forest path, you have finally met your last autumn
and your last summer road has forever disappeared in the golden mist.
Then your body felt weak, you lost your strength and set on the ground,
watching the light of a new life glimmering above you.
You knew for sure that some day you would fly into this luminous tunnel
and dress into the gold of your last autumn.
From the album "Sergey Emets. The paintings."