Love of my dream

When I was a young boy,
Was looking for young girl,
Once met her in my dream.
Her hair and her eyes,
Were dark, like a night
And lips were tender, like silk.
This charming appereance
Of beautiful girl
Congealed in my mind for all time.
And during my life
I was praying God
To dream of her once more time.

I liked the way, she talked to me.
I liked the way, she looked at me.
I liked the way, she was kissing me.
I liked the way, she loved me.

The time was driving
My life forward,
And problems of worldly routine
Have swallowed up
The shape of the girl.
And she from my life disappeared.
For all this time
I was burning my days,
That destiny for me detached.
Without any love,
I my senseless, dull life
I felt like totally dispaired.

I liked the way, she talked to me.
I liked the way, she looked at me.
I liked the way, she was kissing me.
I liked the way, she loved me.

There was a great
pictorial night.
And restaurant was overfilled.
People were dancing,
Saxophone playing,
But I was paying my bill.
Suddenly music
has stopped for a moment
And somebody opened the door.
I turned my head,
And my heart stood still;
The girl from my dream was approaching to me.
With beautiful smile,
She came up to my place
And spreading her hand she invited to dance.
And during the dance
With my love cheek to cheek,
I was whispering words like in my dream.

I like the way, you talk to me.
I like the way, you look at me.
I like the way, you are kissing me.
I like the way, you love me. (26.01.2001)