Resonance of horror / Echo of terror (ideas and inspiration magazine no Terror) (№ 383594)

Winter, summer, together.
Winter, summer, together.
Where things grow there hope
All that heals has hope,
Of chains of ice it appears
From a cold sky, slowly moving forward,
The world seems tuned, all is still,
Everything is quiet, hope erupts.
While everything advances, flows forward,
Occurs, then there is hope
She illuminates everything there is,
All there is, was and will be,
She falls into a sweet dream,
Sweet dream of youth.
Where everything lights up, there is hope
All that heals has hope,
Of chains of ice it appears
From a cold sky and slowly moving forward,
The world seems set, everything is still,
All is quiet, hope is lit.
While everything advances, flows forward,
Occurs, then there is hope
She illuminates everything there is,
All there is, was and will be,
She falls into a sweet dream,
Sweet dream of youth.
In lava becomes warm,
In lava becomes warm.