I.
Shade of the rain clouds covers me
And all around.
And crystal droplets, wall of mist,
Fall down the ground.
It looks like tears...
The storm is near, it really nears...
Ref.:
To fly like wind, to feel a speed,
To spend all life in insane flight!
And to dissolve in storm, to feed
It's furious all-devouring eye.
Devouring eye...
II.
Oh, how I wish to be a wind,
Be flying high,
Be free and powerful, and clean
These rainy skies!
To wipe these tears...
The storm still nears...
Ref.: ...
Eye of The Storm
© Copyright: Владимир Орлов Ака Ниэлло, 2007
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