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Hear the drum: in the skies,

Where grey lies fires come.

Flaming axe shreds the line

With sacred signs of the sun.

Silently sun wheeled down the hill,

Painting welkins with the ash.

Raising winds take your breath,

Haunting echoes follow them.

Grace of coming shadow storm

Makes the waiving waters warm,

Will you touch the humid stone?

Can you feel your spirit’s home?

Ancient stories come to us

Through the water flows.

Rain had seen us thousand times:

This is our home.

Rays of light will pierce the сlouds

Showing you the road to gods,

Raising winds take your breath,

Haunting echoes follow them.

Grace of distant welcome sun

Shows new circle has begun,

Will you walk the rainbow’s path?

Can you feel your spirit’s home?

Relict mermaids are awake,

Watching the sky’s deep.

Rain sails above the lake

And whispers to them: “Sleep...”

Hear the drum: in the skies,

Where grey lies fires come.

Flaming axe shreds the line

With sacred signs of the sun.