The sun in the mornings

I know there are far lands
Somewhere and sometime,
The sun is in the mornings there
And sky is truly high.
There are leaves in the wind's waves,
Wild roses and bluebells.
Please lead me there my way,
There.
My way, it will be over and
It will be over there.
There is someone in sacred lands,
There is someone, who waits.
He's one, I wait for every day,
He's one, who wait for me.
Please lead me there, my way.
I'm imploring you to lead.
The sun is in the morning's there,
Clean air's full of rays,
There is someone, who's waiting and,
He waits and he's on way.
In radiance of rain and dreams,
In sunny sparkling rays,
Among the green and thrembly leaves
All ways have interlaced.
Two ways merge there into one,
I know, that someday,
We will be there: he and I.
Please, lead me there, my way.
We will be there: he and I,
And flower-covered space,
And wind, and sky, and big warm sun,
Please, lead me there, my way.
My way, please, lead me there, lead.
Where is the place for winds,
The place for him, the place for me,
For sun, wild roses, dreams.
There is the sun in deep blue height,
I'm staring there, I'm mute,
This way is mine and only mine,
I will be able to.