I am alone, you're alone,
But merging together
We create a skeleton.
It gives us strength, support and blast,
It sustains and complicating us.
I feel the sweetness of the winds,
Become like Perun - the god of gods and winds,
I'm shooting up and grief.
I'm flying, singing, and be loved.
It makes me stronger,
Gives new spiritual jump.
I'm almost at the edge,
Soar into the finest fawn,
I lose my balance and any face.
I'm broken at 100 thousand ages,
One hundred spaces and the winds,
Hundred lands and waters deeps.
The world is quaking
Nightingales sing
It's created worlds, born dust,
New life is coming, here it is!
World s creation
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