High time

Никита Францев
Long road across a space
Outlanders, searching they pass
To the homeland, purity and bliss,
To the realm where a Love Supreme.

Thru the ashes of burning stars,
Thru the ocean of milk and vine,
In сircle of growing, living and death,
So long than forget, your Mother and Dad
Forgive us, Mother and Dad...

Souls, which playing they roles,
Again and again reborn, reborn.
Forced by fillings, desires and lust,
Building Empire from seashore dust.

Its high time to say, - illusion goodbye.
Learn, how to conquer your pride.
Sages can give us a cure for a spleen,
Faith for a vision, freedom from sins
I wish you awake, under glowing shine,
From beloved one...
When you get here...