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We’ll call for spring for the first time,

Master of woods soon will awake.

Then we will make thunder candle

And touch our hair with its flame.

We’ll bring it home so the smoke

Clears every corner from the unnamed.

We’ll burn the sun cross at the doors

So, no one unwelcome would enter.




When skies collapse with quake

The elder man shapes the wax with hands

Life of the sparks dwells

In the words, the candle tells

Hearing human spells.

Flame is dancing in his eyes,

As the knife helps to finish relic’s birth.

Thunder’s guard dwells

In the candle oldman makes

Whispering his spells.

When nature will sing a summer song

This candle will save our home

From lightning and its hungry fire:

Like sister calms down her brother.

This candle was born with your thunder:

We’ll burn it to welcome new ones.

We’ll burn it to guard what we love.

We’ll burn it to say the last farewell.

When skies collapse with quake

The elder man shapes the wax with hands

Life of the sparks dwells

In the words, the candle tells

Hearing human spells.

Flame is dancing in his eyes,

As the knife helps to finish relic’s birth.

Thunder’s guard dwells

In the candle oldman makes

Whispering his spells.