| Come with me, take my hand
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| Running before the time we shall enter the dreams
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| Through the neverending walls of sleep
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| Where the clouds whisper our names
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| Come with me, touch me
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| We shall go in the nightfall
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| So that no light will weaken our eyes
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| Become my fire in the land of ice
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| So that no light will weaken our sight
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| Become my torch in the realm of night
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| Behold the nightsky where midnight stars
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| Slowly move by the space of the darkness
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| Read from the stars the course of centuries
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| And listen to the melodies of the falling stones
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| Come with me, touch me
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| We shall go in the nightfall
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| So that no light will weaken our eyes
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| Become my fire in the land of ice
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| So that no light will weaken our sight
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| Become my torch in the realm of night
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| Come with me, take my hand
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| We shall wander through the sleeping nightland
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| To find the monuments of Slavic arts
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| And the past heathen times
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| Follow me into land of our dreams
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| Where the magic stones determine our destinies
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| Your hand in mine we shall enter the dreams
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| Through the mysterious walls of sleep |