Comfort

Comfort, solace, I found
Now the mother of the uterus.
There quietly sneaked into
at night to hide from the world.
Sleep All of the world
power comes from the supreme god figure.

Individual storms,
a thousand beats a flash.
Yard birch splits,
pieces of wood hit.
Then the son of man must rest,
begins to dream, and rest a night.

Now rocking the cradle,
children in a small shake.
Name is Luca,
mother tell me from beyond
who will?

I listen to the wind singing
songs, I hear
the waves of the sea.
Night against the wind for us
sleep mass sway.
Towards the horizon,
ship to our children,
takes us to a safe port.