I go to the shining deepness,
My thoughts are left in planet air.
I meet the Manta curving wings
That slide upon the depth with care.
The blue, that tender mantles me
Came to my body, lurking there
I quietly keep my falling free
Like drop of water streaming dare.
It’s time for coming back to earth,
I leave the Manta’s silent fair.
I float to people, sunny birth
With beam of love from bottom clear…
The translation into English - Mikhail Soldatov