Spirit-born sun stood in my heart momentarily
It was naked and rolling around seeking for a shelter
Feeling the cold body it moved to my limbs
Spreading itself in strange little particles…
I gathered my sunny soul into my blood
I took it inside my aorta so it could feed from its spring
Outside it was just snowing while my spirit stared
Another pure season like that of the heaven
I took a few rays from the sun in the east
His form I sought while turning to dawn
I passed through the needle those rays one by one
Embroidering the shirt of my sunny soul
Now my spirit is no longer cold, it's like heaven again
Perhaps God gave the blessing to the fate and life
With that golden shirt heating the body cells
With all the nuances of this golden truth…