Ambiance oppressesnThe tiredness of mindnClosing eyes in depthnessnOf feelnThe sun god wakes me gentlynSent his golden descendantsnThe play with rays on my facenThey healnnI’m praying on my kneesnFor saving rainnCan my soul be releasednFrom burden of shame?nnWinged creatures of the roofsnGuard me from abovenSerpents’ heads and fairiesnSpirits of the NetherworldnGet ready for the cosmic liftnTo the heights unvisitednIt’ll be finenJust fine