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  Drop Of The Waterfall
 
 By the  the first drop fell,
 The last one was already glowing in his 
 To survive it had to fall. To prevail  couldn't let it be...
 
 The  was long, but it seems to be shorter when you can't see the end.
 With closed eyes  can go far when one doesn't know where to go.
 It is easier when  believes that the Moon will not lose the way
 And one will be strong enough to  the oath.
 He is closing his eyes and  back not to see
 That the face of  home doesn't belong to him anymore.
 Wise, old trees sough bidding him farewell. He walks his 
 The voices of the forest sound like whispers  his daughter,
 Who he had 
 
 The face of  is bidding him farewell
 Voices which he had 
  eyes of his beloved home
 Can't  this holy place...
 
 One of those voices  surely the voice of a little ghost
 Which rakes with the wind it's father's  aside.
 With tender hands  puts soft leaves under it's father's feet.
 With dew it washes his tears away - the  of his suffering...
 Last  will fall.
 
 The face  home is bidding him farewell
 Voices which he had 
 Closed eyes of his  home
 Can't touch  holy place...
 
 He's  man who promised himself to find what is already gone.
 His untiringly beating heart asks  that sing like she sang.
 He forgets to listen to the answer,  to their song,
 But  want to understand its meaning.
 The Moon  shining brightly tonight. It is a good guide.
 A gentle  leads him tenderly to goal of his trip.
 This ghost shows him a monumental  crystal clear
 Great waterfall which  it's source in him deep inside.
 Last  will fall.
 
 He takes his little Angel  holds him in his arms
 He didn't fail.
 Now  him go away.
 
 One drop of  Waterfall...
  let him go away...