Because every flower awaits the sweat
The morning sun
And God's greatness only on earth,
Not revealed in heaven,
The words, the language are to you
Alien to all people,
Unlike the water,
Which the decades make glass
Washes into the valleys.
Hey Sira John,
Fly through the mists,
Fly up and away,
Only cowardice falls,
Into the heart of the glacier
No way in the world leads.
No way in the world.< br/>no way in the world.
As every seagull circles the cliffs
In the bay,
The wind gives the wings at the right time
The best place in the rock,
You wander to the sound of the stalks
Between the banks,
Free from thoughts, free from time,
The sea arises in your head
Hey Sira John ,
Fly through the mists,
Fly up and away,
Only cowardice falls,
In the heart of the glacier
The heart of the world beats.
The heart of the world.
Surrounded by silence - clear as crystal,
Set in stones, dust and metal,
An old glow awaits some:
The you out If you want, the ship is yours.

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