Captured a dream, bubble-dreams Moments of our lips throb - a cloud mad with ropes, as soon as the sunset is beautiful, it gives sighs ... Our shoulders - mountain peaks in the embrace wakes earthquakes, your hair is scattered and with the waves full of beautiful hands sprinkles me ... In the plains there is ripe marjoram, fruit pouring spring gardens, in your footsteps a man steps blindly and staring in months, years ... in one life - two halved and gathered from torn directions ... from dream bubbles so inspired, that he was high in the sky tonight ...