Our world is going on its spiral turn,
it's disappearing in placid milky distance.
The sands of days are rapid as they flow
unrolling our paths into the endlessness...
And when you go into the morning rain,
by path unclear, tangled and unstable,
I will remain for you like clear day,
like evening song, like night which is so gentle.
Wherever you direct your faithful ships,
whichever storms would threaten them with anger,
I pray that black clouds would just pass sideways,
and if not, then for wounds to heal up sooner.
And then I will be like lighthouse, which
black clouds won't destroy surrounding it.
You know, my brave one, where your house is,
the place where you are waited, you are loved.
I will accept it all. Forget despair.
In boundless love I will dissolve your pain.
Wherever you will make your way again,
I will remain as your belief - forever.
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