1
Cracks have pierced our soil,
Plants won’t be chubby of saps,
Great drought is coming soon,
Again the Rain God is wrathful,
He is waiting for new bride,
He wants to know we’re faithful;
2
When first rays will leave
The horizon to touch our faces,
The divine rite will begin,
The most beautiful will sink
On the bottom of the Lake,
Near her fiance the throne to ascend;
3
Two days and two nights
We were awaiting the answer,
Were awaiting the forgiveness,
Hoping to see the sign of Gods’ will;
Thankfully we fell on our knees
When vivifying drops washed off tears;
CH
Still turn into blood
Waters of Sacred Lake,
Crying maidens drive
An eternal round dance,
Of flutes and drums
Still is heard a sound,
Low songs of priests with
Invisible presence around;
Blood Betrothal 7
© Copyright: Ирина Галаган, 2010
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