Vivid dreams. Книга на 5 языках - страница 3

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Told me all about her thoughts.
She sang songs about España
And about the real love…
Fingers danced and played so daring
Full of passion, full of life!
La guitarra española,
How I fell in love with you!
La guitarra española,
You alone – my destiny!

Dreams

When you
Can in a violin song
Recognize your soul…
As if somebody wrote the music
From your heart,
As if someone heard screaming
On your inside…
Yes, it is you, eyes closed,
You all surrender to the sounds…
And in the rhythm of rock
Your heart beats evenly.
Yes, you love life,
And you rejoice at happy drops
That fill up in a moment
Your eyes —
You cry…
From an excess of feelings…
Cause… No way to achieve the impossible!
Forgotten goals
Become so real in a dream
To the violin song…

In the chamber of dreams

In the city life noise
I will hear your voice.
The face among strangers.
Is it you, my angel?
That passionate gaze
of your amber eyes…
I remember hands, fingers…
We hug… The wind whispers:
«Turn to me, honey!»
Is it you behind me?
I looked around,
but there was no one.
Only me in the street
In the rustle of leaves…
It’s just me in the wind
In the chamber of dreams…

Again

He who was in love
will fall in love again,
cause the heart,
which has tasted passion,
wants to touch these feelings once again
and to restore freedom to his feelings…

Catch the moment

Catch the moment,
If a chance is arising.
Never forget —
You cannot know everything.
Buy a ticket
To your favourite place —
A self-present
When you lose your balance.
Just say «Yes»
When you need to say that.
Change the world,
Starting with yourself.
Forget the words,
That have already been said.
Catch the moment
Every single day!

Dawn

A pink sunrise meets the azure sky,
The skyline covered with the pale haze.
It is eye-catching: a pink snow lies
On the mountain peaks far away.
The wind rustles in the crowns.
And the crescent is still here.
In an amber dress, the sun is rushing
To catch up with the moon until it disappears.
A ray of sunshine chases dreams away from me.
The day comes in the golden dawn.
The dark shades away to the bird’s trills.
There’s not a cloud in the blue sky.

Secret

The wind blows in the darkness of the night.
Blue peaks are sleeping in a sweet shut-eye.
They wonder of a bright blue sky,
The golden sun of a summer dawn.
Are you sleeping, my dear, my love?
Do you see the mountain top?
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