My great fear from where it comes?
And where it goes out, I don't know

It's look like sand in a bosom
It's look like burning hair

My great fear from where it comes
And where it goes out, I don't know

May be the north wind brings
It with itself
And maybe I'm a tree
And maybe I'm fate, I'm fate

It's look like sand in a bosom
It's look like burning hair

Maybe I drink it with water
Running from my vein
And maybe I'm a tree
And maybe I'm fate, I'm fate

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