Dry

When there won't be no flowers
Leafs will become dry
Autumn will be close
And rain will tap windowsills
When I'll stand on the edge
Full of sorrow
With tears in my eyes
But free of fear
Maybe one more time
I'll do something good
And I'll trust God once again
The Merciful Master of Worlds
And the Sun won't dim
Even for a while
When I'll kiss the ground
It won't dim even a little