O Euchari In leta via
The sun`s warmth trickled into you
Like the fragrance of balm.
The sun`s warmth trickled into me
Like the fragrance of balm.
All moving things breathe steadily
Sweeping across the ground
The sun`s warmth trickled into you
Like the fragrance of balm.
O Euchari In leta via
Your hands reach out for me
In the heat of our longing.
My hands reach out for you
In the heat of our longing.
All moving things breathe heavily
Sweeping across the ground.
Your hands reach out for me
In the heat of our longing.
O Euchari In leta via
Translation by Alistar Cochrane
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