Mihailsk
North sun
"The star of the North
will bring the shaving.
But as if seen through the sea sail,
I will become a wave and a fire,
to embrace you abroad.
And you, my lost homeland, are far away,
you will become a caress and a wound
as if dawning on another earth.
Now I fly for the festival of life.
Now I fly for my joy's celebration.
My old moons,
my new birds,
chase the sun and the day from the mountain,
to see me pass
like lightning in the sky."
Taken @ Before Dawn
North sun
"The star of the North
will bring the shaving.
But as if seen through the sea sail,
I will become a wave and a fire,
to embrace you abroad.
And you, my lost homeland, are far away,
you will become a caress and a wound
as if dawning on another earth.
Now I fly for the festival of life.
Now I fly for my joy's celebration.
My old moons,
my new birds,
chase the sun and the day from the mountain,
to see me pass
like lightning in the sky."
Taken @ Before Dawn