The Ring

Come to the steps of my door,
as a dawn, as the prime of spring.
As you are with me evermore –
please give me the black amber ring.

In stretches and throes of white nights –
please give me the January grace.
Please open the black amber lights
of your eyes, please reveal me your face.

As a herald of God, please now race
before the dawn to my door.
Please show me, reveal me your face –
look at me – as you’ve never before.

Unbridle your horse of a knight,
come in, full of grace and so fine.
In the dark of the white of the night –
look at me and entrust me our sign.

Not at the alter in church –
upon me this sign you’ll bestow.
Just open the door of my porch,
bring the ring of the black amber stone.

Neither dad, nor a priest, nor my groom,
neither silent, nor saying a word,
please ignite with God’s flame my room –
the unquenchable link with the Lord.

With the chequered flag – come and bring
me the news that I’ve lived not in vain.
As for now – bring the black amber ring –
before coming forever again.