Maybe you'll wait for me somewhere on a cloud
In the quiet hours of midnight,
when darkness is light to those who do not return to the day.
Maybe you want me,
just like
a heavenly traveller on our street.
May it come to you, with the early mist.
Maybe you will love me
like thunder and lightning
May I be pure and holy to you,
The martyr was crucified on the cross.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem