Clouds are passing by so fast.

Will my soul find comfort at last?

Sky is blue and endlessly pure,

this could be my only cure.

 

Oh, again, I cry out for salvation!

Where is the ultimate determination?

I have known good and bad,

memories inside burn, I feel that.

 

Oh, the sky, will it give my strength back?

Or let me down with all the things I lack?

My eyes are wet and filled with tears,

ready for the sentence are my ears.

 

Clouds are passing by so fast!

When will hope come at last?

There is wound – fresh and burning, 

inside the chest, my soul is withering.

 

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