Witch s prayer

Here, among the stony hills of Scandinavia
I feel your presence. I am recalling you.
The smell of the Norwegian Sea - is your smell.
The melody of the light nights - is your melody.
A lot of ships stay in the bays overnight.
When you’ll find your native harbor,
My endless stranger?
In the stillness of the Catholic Church
My prayer is sounded in Russian
To your destination comes true.
The soul is calm by foreboding  of
Inevitable rendezvous.
And you were born in the same time
 I was .
I know you're like these lands.
The north wind in your hair
Sings to me the fairy tales about the ages,
When we used to be the one,
And the midnight sun
Was shining out our way.
 In your eyes is worried sea,
And gulls commit their dance.
When the circle closes on the water
I'll find you, man of Fire.
Your strength - in the firmament
And a wind helps me.
You're a flesh and a blood of this land,
Which is foreign for me,
But our souls are noted up in the Crossroads' map of the Universe.
Henceforth my strength will keep you,
As it always has been.
Here, among the stony hills of Scandinavia
I feel your presence. I am recalling you…