The passer-by, my stranger in the night,
Please, talk to me, You are my lullaby.
We're waiting for the miracles to happen,
But miracles are far, they are in Heaven.
People alike, they treat the Life as kite,
And play with it from morning till the night.
But when it breaks, we cry, the world collapses.
And only God can save us sending blessings.
The passer-by, my stranger in the night,
Please, talk to me, You are my lullaby.
So, close your eyes and dive into the air
That is so thick and free of days' despair.
And feel the kiss of Great All Mighty heaven,
With its fresh rain for all people forgiven.
The passer-by
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