I will come to you
As the evening grass
Lonely hopeful view
Every way you probe
Passing by you see
Anything you want,
Anything you don’t
It is always me
Glory is your cross
You are doomed to might
Wishing any moss
And I will be that
Night comes true too fast,
Thou starry-eyed
I am midnight light
Every way you dream
Power is such
There’s no lid
Nothing is too much
And it will be me
Did you know that
I am rising sun,
I am glaring shine?
Suns are to be raised.
So press me hard
To your bosomful
And I will not part
But you bring me up
Fool I am to think
That I am myself
Any way I sink
It is on your way
I will follow you
Any way you start,
You, Immortal Queen
of my thankful heart.
Zealot s Chorale
© Copyright: Алексей Курочкин, 2004
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