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Probably the distance is nothing for a cheerful bird,

For a quick river, for light and wind wing?

From high grass on the plain to a high mountain by the sea,

From home to oblivion, the road led me,

And I am the distance to the burden now that the stars go out

At the edge of dawn in the morning, an hour before a long day

I will want to return to the valley of winds and stone,

There, where dry herbs and my unlocked house.

As this star network is pumping midnight above the valley, but all over the sky, everyone is in fire and the constellations fall into the grass - no, be silent, do not listen, these are dreams and will not be at dawn, but hot blood knocks in the temples - midnight of the world. Our dreams about you, a star ray in fragments of appear on the verge of a blade from a thunderstorm over a cliff. Livins over the crossroads of roads and fates and an open wound of loneliness next to you, and ashes ...

But with a quiet rustle of night, reed lends below

Above the dark river, where stars and reflections by the water,

Where the wind is heard at dusk; With dawn, it will become quieter here,

And again I will hear the name of my sad star

And a wave of wing. But I don't know if I will have time to look back

And get scared again what I see in a dream

Then they will come from nowhere and touch the water with quiet water

Obscure glare in the morning, and the world will return to me

In steel, both armor and on the wings of birds cools ashes of dreams about the house and names forgotten like a dream from poppy - no, silent, do not need words, and the name forever will take away the Bulletin of the Wind - midnight of the world. I do not believe that where the ruins are now, there are no names on the stones, that memory and blood are erased - I remember, over the wall of fire, the star light is so bright, in the quiet rustles of herbs I will hear the name of my northern rocks ...

From the towers to the dungeons, where the scrolls of our stories are intertwined into the fabric - poison is dissolved in the water of keys and wells, the reality will swing in the water reflection, and fall into the grass

Name.

star Light

On your face ...