Come with me, take my hand Running before the time we shall enter the dreams Through the neverending walls of sleep Where the clouds whisper our names Come with me, touch me We shall go in the nightfall So that no light will weaken our eyes Become my fire in the land of ice So that no light will weaken our sight Become my torch in the realm of night Behold the nightsky where midnight stars Slowly move by the space of the darkness Read from the stars the course of centuries And listen to the melodies of the falling stones Come with me, touch me We shall go in the nightfall So that no light will weaken our eyes Become my fire in the land of ice So that no light will weaken our sight Become my torch in the realm of night Come with me, take my hand We shall wander through the sleeping nightland To find the monuments of Slavic arts And the past heathen times Follow me into land of our dreams Where the magic stones determine our destinies Your hand in mine we shall enter the dreams Through the mysterious walls of sleep