Huracane

The raindrops bombing windshield loud,

The music in a stormy mood

Will tell us how feelings could

Throw arrows around.

Without thinking bad or good.

Play louder,big drums dull echo,

In song with old performer-Pieha,

Accompanied with words of love

And mighty happiness above.

O, give me wisdom , little angel,

To hear holly voice and do

Whatever said and heard be fragile,

and let me jump , like kangaroo.

Bring children up and help them grow,

like gorgeous flowers in Spring,

Don`t let the human coldest snow

on their shoulders, let us sing

A song of gratitude in heaven

Where You and Father hear us,

Don`t let the canny cruel demon

Put us down on broken glass.

And teach us science o love

We tender, through silence o the temple space

Will whisper prayers, then surrender

And drawn in the Mercy`s grace.