Come with me, take my hand

Running before the time we shall enter the dreams

Through the neverending walls of sleep

Where the clouds whisper our names



Come with me, touch me

We shall go in the nightfall

So that no light will weaken our eyes

Become my fire in the land of ice

So that no light will weaken our sight

Become my torch in the realm of night



Behold the nightsky where midnight stars

Slowly move by the space of the darkness

Read from the stars the course of centuries

And listen to the melodies of the falling stones



Come with me, touch me

We shall go in the nightfall

So that no light will weaken our eyes

Become my fire in the land of ice

So that no light will weaken our sight

Become my torch in the realm of night



Come with me, take my hand

We shall wander through the sleeping nightland

To find the monuments of Slavic arts

And the past heathen times

Follow me into land of our dreams

Where the magic stones determine our destinies

Your hand in mine we shall enter the dreams

Through the mysterious walls of sleep