When the sun will shine less,
I’ll brighten up your world and glare.
When the sky disappears,
I’ll form the canopy and safeguard you my dear.
When the moonlight loses its path,
I’ll form the silver candle in the dimness of my hair.
When earth tears apart,
I’ll form the seismic surface and make you lie on my cordate layers.
When there are no rains,
I’ll melt on your tempting skin and dissolve.
When there are frore winds and thunder,
I’ll warm you with my love as the snowflakes fall down.