Луговые цветы Fog will clear shamanistic version

Rain on my wings, so hard to fly
In the mountains, fog is rolling by
Got this yearning, reaching for the sky
A burning dream that will not die

Will the mountains part for me? No! No! No way!
But the fog will surely clear, come what may
Never, never, never lose your hope
You'll always find the strength to cope

Deep in the night, I cannot see the ground
Stumbling on the stones that lay all around
Feel the urge to quit without a sound
So tired now, my spirit's bound

Will the stones all disappear? No! No! No way!
But the sun will rise and bring a brighter day
Never, never, never lose your hope
You'll always find the strength to cope