Do you remember, child of clear laughter
the days of play, of worlds far away,
where the sky was a canvas of shining stars,
and the sun, a giant caressing hands.
You were the owner of dreams and illusions,
walking through fields of golden flowers,
with sincere friends, on magical missions,
every ray of sunshine, a longed-for adventure.
You believed, that life was simple!
that shadows fled in the light of your laughter,
in a world of fairy tales, of magic and sparkles,
where time did not run, and everything was in a hurry.
Fairies danced to the rhythm of the wind,
dragons guarded sand castles,
and you, like a brave man, faced your flight
with your soul full of dreams without sorrow.
