Лотос медитации в лунном свете

Salt in stone, Under skin. Weeping stone, And always wind. Coast and breeze, a quiet sound. Only us Can still be found. Calm as storm is rising. Hearts are drawn by grace. Peace in bowing, versing. Keeping faith in place. Gentle pardon, Peace in sorrow. Breathe in going, Let the sorrow. Come, drift in stone. No sound is here. Gift from the dark, Will crystal clear. Late night broken synergies. In some common beat to me. Only stories meant to be. Breathe into the peace for me. Go, drift in stone. No sound is here. Gift from the dark, will crystal Clear. Soft and slow, Broken pace. Peace may go In gentle chains. Lantern fading, I still rise. In the glow, we Behind my sighs. Come, drift in stone. All sound is here. Gift from the dark, will crystal clear. Gold in stone, the beat is near. Soft and slow.