Estelio

Don't let go - take my hand,
don't leave me, don't leave this land.
Together we stand on the White shore,
Was my hope just a dream - nothing more?

You are hurt and it will never really heal,
now you can feel only cold sharp steel.
But still even in daylight we have a dream,
that in the meadow we're eating strawberries with cream.

I hope there still remains a small chance,
there is a ship that can bear us hence.
We have to believe this! Estelio, Estelio han
just as every day rises the Sun

                                                                     - Kristyna

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