The thick fog hovers over the water,
The land of Amber kisses feet.
Infested longing of your eyes
Don't let me go and fall asleep.
The coldest night replaces day,
The rivers, lakes return to sleep.
But only heart that left on journey-
It begs, demands and rush to see you.
Not single light deployed to distance,
With hope to see your face again.
Not once the days we spent together
Remember now again and deep.
And where are now your webs of soul?
Whose heart they ask to win this time?
As leaving forests, the sacred land,
I hope to call you my own home!