Soul, soul my calling to the deep:
Where are my years were, to be in so cold sky?
I can't lie to my own heart, so the scrip
Will give warm to you in this sweet lullaby.
Get my dream, my dear, in its lives.
Yet, all yet will be flying from here...
Don't be bored, I will be with you, near.
Even I will be far-far from the sky...
Soul, soul my calling to the deep:
Where are my years were, to leave you? Why?..
Don't cry, my dear, I will be with you...
I will, forever... To you - this sweet lullaby...
Sweet lullaby
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