You’re like a lonely stranger, on a path of stars,
Through Universes Parallel – seek answers from afar.
You hold the key to riches, realities and souls;
Go knocking, like…You’re like a lonely stranger, on a path of stars,
Through Universes Parallel – seek answers from afar.
You hold the key to riches, realities and souls;
Go knocking, like a beggar, on Gates “Divine” and sole.
The answer – hidden deftly by superstitions flowery,
But look – your eyes, they carry the Knowledge and the Power.
The truth ignites the darkness of nights and years gory,-
And after wars and sores, and eyes so full of sorrow, —
It floods the realm of ignorance, and night and evil profits.
Get off your knees – CREATE!
Who cares for the prophets?!
Original poem in Russian by Anna Kopecky…
