You carve me out, you shape me, rebuilding my foundations, melting them down. Between us — nights and days — you conjure with fire... And I step into the fire with all my courage, with all my openness, with every fibre of my being — into you, into the sixth dimension, grounding the anchors of that universe where we are everything. Between us — nights and days — you conjure with fire. You take me — intoxicated, conquered, live-wired with tension, stripped bare down to the source — lead me down to it, the one woven out of water... And I go with every wing I have, above the ruptures, through the many-measured depths, through the many-worlded vastness, so you can create with ease, in the all-power of beauty... Lead me to the source, the one woven out of water. Grounding the anchors of that universe where we are everything — so you can create with ease, in the all-power of beauty. [Lyrics by Oksana Kon, Translated from Russian by Asya Stilkova]
