One day I will come back from outer space,

by a red cloud and bring giant’s picture scroll.

My lines of lightning songs will flutter gold greetings of a prehistoric giant city

The mountains that have been sleeping for hundreds and millions of years

Will be transparent suddenly and the lights will be brilliant, like five – coloured gems;

And the songs of my soul in the skeleton will be in full bloom,

like the fairyland flowers of the Kingdom of Heaven,

that will be fragrant and amaranthine for thousands of years.