Self-translation into English.

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Love breaks us and batters us hollow – yet it is the cure we find,
We're slammed to the sand by the tempest, then tossed to the crest, unbound.

Love brands us with iron searing – yet frees us from flesh and fear,
It drives us past all human limits – then breaks the bounds we revere.

And caught in the whistling wind's current, we’re falling - or soaring high,
Whether death waits deep in the shadows, or crowns us in a blazing sky.

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За помощь с автопереводом спасибо Leah Borovoi.