Rysty [English translation]

When grief has come,

From grief (someones) leave

I picked you a rose from there

By the store, now I see it

How it matches to your dress' pattern

Would it make you glow

Grab the relief, it won't give up from its pattern

I am the beautiful knuckle of darkness

I plough the grounds of your fear

I am your own when others can't

I dismmis the ridges of horror

Follow me, follow me

Oh, now it is calm

The city is tranquil

Smell of coffee, let's go there

I open a door for you

Over there I look at a marketplace's edge

Guys stroll again

Catch the lungs full of air

You remember the prosperity of living

And I am the beautiful knuckle of darkness

I plough the grounds of your fear

I am your own when others can't

I take you to a gossamer morning

I am your own when others can't

I don't hurt but make the peace

I am your own when others can't

Follow me, follow me