"Ненависть, Неверие, Надежда [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

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I am walking through the rain And my soul groans with pain, Cursed be the love like blain - It’s the soul’s bloody stain ! This is like the hellish rain - One without goodness gain, One with brutal, sudden end, Greatest torture of the land. I am screaming in the night, I am begging for the light - One to free me of the chain, And extinguish fiery rain, One to heal scorched heart, One to be my soul guard, One to help me understand That nowhere in earth land It is possible to find Shining love, still being blind, Golden heart, all being poor, Paradise with lifetime guar. I am passing in the night And its darkness makes me blind, And its chill touch makes me wonder Will I need those lights with thunder, Will I live that life with pain As remainder of my gain, As a token of my blight, As a sign of former might? There is no escape, no hiding From that constant essence tidying, From that endless stream of pain … No escape from hellish rain. Let it rain, I don't care ! Almost naked, soul-bare, I will stand against pain, I will bless my burning rain, I shall find way through the night, And will earn the other sight, Truly love I shall once find, On its wings I'll fly with wind. I am walking through the rain, I have thrown away the pain, I am singing in the night … Gleam in tunnel shines me bright.