On the way

Богдан Чайка
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The darkness of night
Passes by.
Into brightness of day
Is my way.

To the girl, whom I love,
To my sister and mom,
To my home I get now,
To my native sweet town.

To the heaps of bright leaves,
To the bitter fall winds,
To the silence and rains,
To my sweet memories.

Father, hear! I pray,
Save from sorrows this place,
Save all people I love,
Send your blessing with dove.

Father, hear! I shout
To this dark grey big cloud,
Save beloved from the foes,
Save my dear from woes.

Save her eyes from the tears,
Save her ears from the breeze,
Save her heart from the pain,
'cause I so far away.

But today I'm on way,
Far away, far away,
Getting closer to home,
Getting to my beloved,
To the only and sweet,
To the girl, whom i need.

Really need.