Магия [Magia] [English translation]

I have no regrets at all,

I like only when this wind blows.

The direction and rate of flow -

that is all, what I need to know.

Hurricane ignored the weather forecast,

it felt thickets and trees in the forest.

And I took this in with great elation

the full strength of the fierce devastation.

And, while I’m standing here with a frown,

They accept me as one of their own -

clouds painting the sky in an endless crawl,

rain coming down in an unending wall.

I've asked the sun: "Be quiet!

Let the storms and tornados keep riot."

Everywhere I go, the stormcloud follows me.

Roots of mine in the sand exist,

and my leaves look onto the East,

waiting for the first ray of sun

to make their first sip to be stunned.

Sun will be touching them early this morn

and the vortex of fire will be born

to join with the vortex from Earth,

which will be entering me from beneath.

When I stay still and happily smile,

the fire swords and the soft beams' pile

treat me like one of them.

Firstly they warm me with care,

and then sizzling heat wouldn't me spare.

Everywhere I go, the sun follows me.

From now I'd like to be a grain of sand,

a drop of water in the desert,

to be colorless noname

just a part of the tremendous game.

I'd like to spread as relaxed flakes

on the surface of the mountain lake,

and to breathe like the burning wind,

to look into the night like starlight.

And, while I’m standing here with a frown,

They accept me as one of their own -

clouds painting the sky in an endless crawl,

rain coming down in an unending wall.

I've asked the sun: "Be quiet!

Let the storms and tornados keep riot."

Everywhere I go, the stormcloud follows me.

When I stay still and happily smile,

the fire swords and the soft beams' pile

treat me like one of them.

Firstly they warm me with care,

and then sizzling heat wouldn't me spare.

Everywhere I go, the sun follows me.