I have a storm waiting...
Hear the waves of the black sea
It no longer belongs to boats
Hear the whipping sound of trees
Their whispers are from God's memory
I walked alone in the midst of night
I heard a thousand crickets singing in the grass
Not one I could see
There was a world even if I strived and I could not touch
I sang with them
Though not natural but still harmonious
I imagined they understood my benevolence
With them I waited for the storm
For the ghastly wind
For the pouring rain
For a new world to come
For a heart to leap