Sana (BG)
I'm looking for you on the streets of
dreams,
In the dungeons of green shadows;
I see your trace at the distant hills;
Midnight goes away – you went away for it.
There, where the frantic running of hours,
I saw your
light trail;
You dissolved in the shadow of forests,
Turned into the sunlight.
Sana, Sana-ah…
Your father – the lord of miracles,
He taught you to fly and sing;
Your mother – incomer from heaven,
She doesn't know what means death.
Sana, Sana-ah…