Target language: Engleski
The day passed long ago around here and I'm in the embrace of a pitch black night, waiting all alone.
I hear, I see, I know one day the solstice will come. Somewhere in far away places suns are dawning. I'm a single branch of a dried out tree. Somewhere in far away places things are taking root. I see it, the solstice. On my cracked lips, not a sound nor breath. Somewhere in far away places things are taking root.
Accept it, you and I are at our nadir.