All the times and the years and eras ago
Everything tends to go to the warms from the storms.
Why these birds to the north are so anxious to go
If the birds meant to fly to the south by all norms.

It’s their honor, they don’t need, with the eminence.
Ice will break on the wings and they’ll fly;
And then they will discover bird’s happiness
As award for the daring to try.

Why couldn’t we live life cheap, why couldn’t we fall asleep?
What threw us on the path at a very high speed?
We didn’t see at this point Northern lights from our keep.
Everywhere they are rare - and all prices exceed.

It’s all quiet - only seagulls like lightings.
With the air we feed them from hands.
And for silence a definite earning
Will be sound which will fly through the lands.

For how long did we see only crystal white dreams?
Other shades disappeared in storms and in snow.
We are blind for so long, from the white and snow gleams.
But we’ll see from dark strip of the land just below.

Our voice will get free from the silence,
Our weakness like shadow will thaw,
And reward for our nights of the hopelessness
Will be limitless day on the shore.

North and spirit, and faith - and the borderless land,
Mudless snow, like long life lived without a lie.
And up here no ravens will peck our eyes
Because here it’s too cold for a raven to fly.

Those who did not believe in mad prophecies;
Did not stop for the rest even once,
As reward for their loneliness
Ought to meet at the end someone.