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