Today, it's the most wonderful day,
It is written about in a thousand books.
The skies are to the left, the emptiness is to the right,
And I'm walking upon a wire between them.
All that was sung yesterday, remained in yesterday,
In the white silence there are white fields.
I have nothing to wish for, and nobody I'd rather be.
Hello, it's me.
Lord, I am Yours, and I'm not somebody else's;
Except You, there's nobody here.
Let them take all what they want,
And I want to go to You, where there's the Light.