Good evening, when you come
You will put off the winter
And hang it.
You will have two hands,
So big as a forest
And a tranquillity after a storm.
Find for Lucia the most whitest sheet
And then begin:
I would like to tie her hair
With a wind's thread.
For Lucia
There will be the most fullest moon
But it will be not enough:
Continuing I would like
A wheat field
Sometimes to lull her.
Good night, when you turn off lights
You will put on stars and you will dream,
You will have a calm sea
In which you will navigate,
And silence
When you will want to talk.
For Lucia, so delicate,
I will be her shadow
Drown on the road.
I would like to open doors for her
Which close the world.
With Lucia is just a little enough,
She fills with herself
The most empties day.
How much I would like to return a smile to her
On her a bit tired face.
What is there behind the wall?
Hold the breath and then fly up towards me,
The shots of gun are far now.
Let's open the sky with hands.
For Lucia a long life
And a river water for each wound.
I would like a bright light,
The most greatest holiday
For all the country.
For a scared Lucia
Let this pen become a sward,
With Lucia next to me
Let the story continue
On the next page.