In the Secret World

In the secret world of the dying hopes
You are alive, and the golden sun brings
Onto your face the shiny soft strings
Admiring your body without a clothes.

You are entirely free to fly and forget
That all the distinctions are lost in this world.
This world is sinful, vicious, greedy for gold,
And you couldn't change it, I feel regret.

But all your reveries are cleaner than snow,
Clear like a crystal dew-drop on the roses.
You're washing your dreams in storming causes.
The time is passing by you even slow.

You're beautiful like a beauty of Life!
You're smiling - and the icy lump's melting.
By burning brilliance your eyes are so tempting.
You have no tears and no fears of fate's knife.

And suddenly someone is creeping by you.
The One, who is your dream, is your knight.
The One, your soul's weeping for whom overnight.
And the peace and the rest now isn't for you.

In this maze of the cobblestone roads,
In these towns of the cosy ancient huts,
The sound of pursuit don't reach our hearts,
End of the way is yet far in the clouds...