Melt my ice
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And get the White Stone
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From the fuel key.
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Run the beam
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Yes, squander the keys
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Chal chela Began.
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Give me the essence of Light
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Give me the sutras of Light
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I froze in dreams.
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Make my way
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And from the depths of dawn -
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In a dove wave…
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Melt my ice!
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Blue in the ice
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Lightened my log
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Shape covered in ice.
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Give me light in my dreams
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Give me a sip of the beam
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Give the sprout a spring.
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I'm cold, I'm cold, my snow,
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I'm cold, I'm cold, my snow ...
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Chu, there is the sound of a beam ...
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The sound of a beam is heard.
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Do you hear the sound of the beam?
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Answer!
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- "I tea the ringing of the beam ..."
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Not! |
Do you hear the sound of the beam?!
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I tea the ringing of the beam ...
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Hear - drops there ...
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Do you hear - drops there -
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From a broken branch, yes on the lips,
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And the bark is wet...
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- I hear the sound of a beam!
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And streams at night
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Chal tocha murmur,
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Branches sharpen juice! .. -
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Well, meet me!
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The beam hit on the forehead,
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Breaks ice into blocks,
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Cuts the roots of ice.
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Ice flood!
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Death pours on the ice -
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All around - depth, water ...
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Snow juices in my stem!
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I'm wandering, you hear
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I travel with the Light,
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I feast, I dream
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The winds are torn off their hinges
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Winds poison the space
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Winds of Time contain!
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The beam penetrated the shoulder,
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I feel a beam on the members,
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The chest of the beam is hungry.
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I'm crying... It's hot... My chest hurts...
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Ellah!!! |
I conceived from the beam!!!
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Keys beat in the heart
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And those keys are the source -
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Behind the Cover of the Waters.
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Silver in the night
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Soaking the soil
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I'm growing a vault...
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Explosion to the sky!!!
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Yes, to break from the East -
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Bast in the lines of the day!
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Chest in the fire of words,
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The heart is groaning with juice -
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I am the fountain of fire!
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The wind is verified by a raven,
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The boar at the root of the cavern is turned -
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Align, blood to me!
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Rose tricks
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Through the gaps of the glow
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Ripened again - Thunderstorms, thunderstorms !!!
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And when the storm
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Having died down - she crawled back like a viper, -
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The vine rose
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And, entwined with a vine, -
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I opened my eyes...
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The waters surged
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Carrying on the ridge
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Sleep foam flakes
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And I became myself.
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And I saw the sky...
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And it was spring!
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© S. Kalugin |