And there in eternity we shall merge

Pray with me in a depressing gloom
Without a pain and fear, without a regret
Cry with me dry tears
With blood and wine sweeten grief
Breaking walls of misunderstanding
Come to me, having stretched to a palm
Take my hand, be not afraid of me
We shall go together to the fine world

Through white clouds the black sun makes the way
In light words beautiful lie
In dark eyes a clear sight
Looking at innocence, through a bloody veil
In serene dream, in ecstasy
I shall show you the interior
Rotten and crude as a dead tree
We shall merge branches in eternity