Guido Reni

The night will pass, the fear will disappear. I believe, the day will come, all in the rays. He will sing a song about the main thing. He will not pass, no, the radiant, calling, glorious, my white day. Tell me, how many years was the night? There will be life, there will be light. He will sing a song about the main thing. He will not pass, no, the radiant, calling, glorious, my white day. I will go into the joy of the day, the mischievous son. And I will say, here I am, hello, world. He will sing me a new song about the main thing. He will not pass, no, the radiant, calling, glorious, my wonderful world.