I reserve the right to change the lyrics any moment!
Here is the literal translation of verses 2 and 3:
No clouds in the sky, only smoke from chimneys,
But beams of Mehtap don't give us clarity,
So, little baby, don't stay near the window,
Don't look for a deceptive image in the darkness
So, little baby, step away from the window,
Don't listen to whispers in the night.
No matter how murky the new day's gonna be,
It will chase the darkness from all villages.
When it's dawning there can be no anxiety,
So hold your hands out to the Sun!
The dawn will come and warm us with love,
So gratefully hold your hands out.
Philosophical story about young Eilem and mysterious Karshi, for some reasons wanting her more than anything in the world! It seems the mystical ties, binding these two together, are inseparable, but Eilem does not agree to put up with them.
My drawing skill notably grows in course of time, so please compare the beginning to some last pages before judging my style.
If you want to support and encourage this comic creation here is my paypal linked email: rollingmole@yandex.ru
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