Last Sigh Of A Sinking Boat

I was to a museum once,

where a statue of a woman I saw.

I sat to look at this sculpture,

time stopped and so did all.

She opened her eyes and raised her head,

she looked straigth at me and no one else instead.

I did not know, should I breathe or not

I did not move neither lips nor head.

She stepped down from her pedestal,

just a step towards me,

she took my hand, she sat me down

and said to me:

“It’s time to finish this story.

It’s time someone stayed still forever.

It’s time for you to know why and why for

tears so easily keep falling from the eyes of ours.

Now you’ll know what you were meant to become.

I’ll reveal you the beauty of my soul.

There is heaven, the sun and the moon.

There is love and hope in us all.

There are tears and a smileless mouth.

Last hope of the saviour shore.

Just like all this –

we are there.

As past is seen in the sky

it is seen in us.

There is youth and old age,

but not for us.

There is purity and eternal life,

only for us.

Do you know what will happen to our thoughts

disappearing one day?

What happens to our feelings

when emptiness covers everything?

Then creation is born and we are born.

And you are born.

To be eternal and a miracle.

You’ll be an angel who’ll never fly.

You’ll be the heights to look up to.

You’ll be courage and memory.

And you’ll be the last sigh of a sinking boat.

Now stretch out your hands and your wings,

close your eyes and dream

and wait and see where they’ll take you.”

I closed my eyes and waited

still wondering if I was awake.

And when I opened my eyes, I saw the heaven,

saw my hands I couldn’t move.

Saw everything, but I couldn’t move.

And a man approached me, my father – Amandus,

looked at me and promised himself:

“You’ll be my honor and pride,

someone to greet both weak and strong,

you’ll be nameless forever, but let your rest begin now,

as you’ll be an angel – Russalka”

Raiko Puust

tõlge: Siiri Kärp