The dimness of the leaves shall always be,
And thus the clear rays of the moon will rise,
And in those times of need, all will shatter,
Those times of need, no hope in the latter,
And when the horns of the heavens sound loud,
Those cries of yours will remain safe and sound,
Henceforth the heart of the sun will shine bright,
To rejoice with the stars, we are alright,
The song of the Earth cascades into the night,
Don’t fear the core, but be one with the light!
Kometa, studenina, you tell me,
Must you declare what’s already to be?
Always mine, thou shalt not die conceited,
Thy shall always have a place in my soul