Now I would not dare confess
For sleepless nights on a mountain.
In the land occupied by the eclipse,
I was left as a soldier.

And warm two hands of happy baby,
Remaining between mountain in the storm.
Like darkness, sinful death is happening to us,
In forests with wolves and monsters.

I'm waiting here wrath of the tornado,
With baby on the chest embraced
But the night is no end, no end.

...............

Now! The morning sun is coming,
In the plagued earth in the storm
With the baby we set up a home.

©

Ed Martini