Wait me here ere traces of caution
Soon will lay to my home and door
Wait me here when the hair of Summer
Turn to grey. It will come to the shore
To collect sand of time with footsore
Wait me here among words that are woven
Dress white dress from the laces of faith
Wait me here, - faded rose and blooming
Wait me here, at the end to gyrate
Wait me here where half Sky still is burning
Second is deepest sea over fjord
Wait me here between waiting and Aeon
I will come to take you from strange world
I will come to lead you to our native
Land of Sun, no more cold, no more sleet
I have keys in my soul from it
Wait for me
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