In the darkness of night my dream looking for me
Wandering exhausted in the pitch black
Hoarse voice occasionally calls to me
Warp tired in the predawn solitude
Cunning with me, mid-stride almost freezes
Falsely slow the flow unselected thoughts,
The heart beats my brain calms
For centuries, the rams on the eyes hard sand
I'm hiding from him in a puzzle of questions.
This camouflage me insomnia, night stitched.
Or sail, up before dawn, the Shuttle sighs.
A weary sigh fills the sails.
Is to anchor somewhere on the lunar path.
And galactic patterns are put in the portrait.
With the coming of the day mention memory like frames on a film,
Our life further up the plot.
And yet, I her confessions speak,
Gathering starry silver bullion revelations
In the words of love the night is melted,
Saying what you do not be able to tell you the day
And sleep no...
And he doesn't waste any time
Picking up the thread color
In tapestry weaving the future
Visions of my pictures dawn