To the summit
To the summit Endless stairs of white mist We run along the paths of glass, in the eternal night of winds You are going to encounter sleepless talk where the night loses its color and the day is on the edge of time. Come on you the splendid avatar on your quiet and peaceful summits where high and distant song is heard a woman's eyes and black hair wide skirts and bare feet. In the pond we cover sand and we dive into the water baptizing and fatigue in your purity, in the sweet sound of your inner light.