The fjords of my heart

The fjords of my heart.
They’ll never be gone.
They’re covered with mud
And were made by a gun.

Its bullets are flying
With no cause, with no rest,
And people are dying
With no holes in their chest.

Caught many of them,
Looked in the abyss,
But someone’s anthem
Sounded just like a bliss.

I’ve listened her voice,
I’ve looked in her eyes,
And life, that I chose
Is much bigger, than was.

She lifted me up
And crossed the horizon.
My eyes have got up
And my spirit has risen.

To my dream now I run.
I have love. It’s my God.
But will never be gone
The fjords of my heart.

Тимофей Овчинников,

студент 1 курса ИГТ