Do you hear the whisper of birches?
Do you know the tenderness of the grass?
And you believe in the sincerity of tears
The pre-dawn pearls of dew?
Do not seek salvation in words,
Do not look at the correctness of persons.
Fly a little bit in the sky,
Forget the limit of boundaries.
You are alone, this world is yours now.
There is no fear and the pain has ended.
There is love and forgiveness of blend.
There are keys and for happiness the password.
It's the cry of the soul ...