Two suns are turning cold - Descend thy mercy, Father!
Two suns are turning cold - Descend thy mercy, Father!
You see one in the sky and in my chest - the other.
Oh how these two suns - No, not another day!
These two suns used to take my mind away!
Now both are turning cold - they cause me harm no more-
The first to wither out - the hotter one before.
Translated by Igor Lidzhiev
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