My request to clouds

Snow-storms and tempest closed whole the World

You are my white birds flied to the Sun.

I request to you to hurry to Far land

To Far land with a hard way

To the clear and sunny years.

Carry my joy away, which was lost behind the Sea

Bring a song for me about just born Spring.

Find the beams what were closed by dark clouds

And a spring of alive water for to drink the gardens.

Find in the stillness the voice – caressing and beloved

Which gives a worm to people, give her look back to me.

 Bring the joy of mounting rivers and spring rivers,

Ardor of people hearts and free travel winds.

Ask the Sky not to grow dark after wrath,

Ask the fields about a peace expanse.

Ask the forests about clean and clear voices

For to tell about a difficult way of a soul

Which is hurry to people.

Find the islands where is a green grass,

Where are forgotten words live of love and peace…