I will become a rose pink
and in your eyes, I will look around,
and your gaze, casual, raving,
I'll get him to follow.
I will turn to rain,
when you have no shelter, no garment,
but in the storm ruthlessly - treacherous,
I will be a refuge, I will be a consolation.
I will become the healing lichen,
if with a sickness disease they envelop you,
with you all my strength
and with a brilliant halo, I'll cover you!
Goodbye and Kisses ...