In the bright valley of a far country,
Days make another song.
My heart tired of life is grieving
Dreaming of that world.
There was peace, far from here,
Where a shine of another sun
Was spreading restlessly
And joy was bright,
Pure and deep joy,
Eternal, endless,
Where your sad and lost heart
Is embraced by a golden chain.
In the bright valley of a far country
© Copyright: Анна Иерусалимская, 2011
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