We are on the island. An old house is ours.
We have the key to the temple - Our cave.
Ours are rocks, and pines, and gulls.
Ours are mosses. Ours are Stars above us.
We're walking around our island. We will return to our habitation only at night. Tomorrow, brothers, we'll wake up earlier
than rising of the sun. When the east turns effulgent radiance.
When only the Earth awakes.
People are still be sleepy.
We shall ken ourselves without worries in liberty. We're definitely not mundane people. Let's go to the shore and look in the distance in silence and quietude.
And we silent answer.
Morning, tell me what you were doing in the gloom and what means; your smile.
Translation and photography by Igor Marinovsky from family Sufyan