Foreseeing miracles
The winter cold won't set -\nThe door to the house is closed.\nMilk, cinnamon, honey, the petals of rose -\nHer coffee is sweet after roast, \nHer coffee for those, whom she met...\n\nThe young god is sleeping in the crib -\nThe night is calm and moonless...\nSit at the window, dear Goddess, \nAnd gently touch the strings of harp\nAs if the branch is touched by falling star...\n\nThey will respond, just touch -\nWarming the month of She-Wolf,\nYour melody is raising high above the roof,\nAwakening the living rule,\nThe Universe is quietly swaying...\n\nThe song is gently sung to the end -\nSong of the seasons: winter, spring and summer \nThe gift of love to hearts is to discover,\nThe rhythm of purifying rain - the drummer \nIs coming to the land...\n\nThe winds of February are prickling.\nOnly a candle shining in the window,\nThe ancient clock is quietly ticking\nThe Earth is breathing the new air...\nDreaming of a new spring is fair...\nForeseeing miracles...