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Your hand

Let a rain will touch,

Let pours the sparks

In hurry,

Because nearer

The time to the  Sun

When a dew

Blinds a grass.

Your soul

The time will touch,

Filling a heart

By the light of the day.

In the threshold

Of the simple instants

You are heard by me,

Called me.

Refrain:

A gust is concealed in him,

An urge is concealed in him

Bright, unearthly,

As if seas explosion!

The  fire twinkles,

The flame speeds along

In the space of a night,

In the light of the stars.

It would could

Not to happen,

When  not  the cold

And  the frost.

Hands would could

Not to touch,

Hearts would could

Not to knock,

When under the stars

Sky  of the  cotton

It was not able for us

To shine by the soul.

Refrain.

The bright star

In the sky rushed past,

A hypostasis of the force

It shines.

The bright dream

With the times connection

In a heart rushed past

And in the soul lighted up.

The vivid  fire of the eyes,

The hands space, comfort

The light words

Sing timidly.

And your eyes,

And your mouths

Alongside with me

Stand  forever.

Refrain.