The outside is corrugated very much so far
it reflects the Sun only a little,
there is too much obscurity and chill.
Please expose your soul and become a mirror,
warmth and light throw to gloomy lands,
ruin that musty crypts,
...yet there is no stronger might!
How intensively I long for that indescribably magnificence
whose twinkles I have every so often seen here on the Earth.
Oh the strong wind tear the grey clouds on my sky
otherwise I cannot tell about the Sun.
Too often I am dipped by the tears of sadness...
My sadness... homesickness
"You even do not know that your home is elsewhere!
Inhospitable lands you have called your home!"
"Why can`t you search for a home with me?
Why do your ears not hear the call of home?
Perhaps it`s too gentle for them?"