Writing the words down, to explain,
I have to express my emotional pain ...
She is Sandra, such a beautiful name,
yes, into my life, suddenly she came ...
And, I do not know, if she likes my ''art'',
she is my muse, I wear her in the heart ...
When I will be out of the trend - fashion,
she will be, no matter what, my passion ...
When I sleep, I dream her in my dream,
let it shine on her, the morning's beam ...
I am afraid, that maybe she is an illusion,
please, my Lord, wash away my confusion ...
