You'll take me into another world,
The world of music, still, secret
And meditation. You are a Cold,
Which gives the death as the ticket.
From profound of the ground
You always call me in the night.
Your voice runs around,
Your voice is a dewy light.
Take my soul into the Lord's Empire,
Where it falls asleep forever
And playing actors in our dreams of Fire,
We'll be together always and never.
De profundis clamavi ad te...
© Copyright: Анна Атаханова, 2008
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