If you look at the sun, the sky, the world;
If flies the butterfly which in your arms you hold;
If with the little finch all songs you sing,
You'll understand what it's - your own Dream.
It may be different, like a seven-coloured form;
It may be kind, like a child, and awful, like a storm;
It may be bright or may be just a dim...
But it's the only one 'cause it's your own Dream.
It's like a gift from heaven just for you;
It's like a fairytale which is always coming true;
It's like the music of the violin...
It's beautiful indeed - your own Dream.
The way is difficult - through mountains and lakes;
This way contains ten thousand mistakes;
Although the way is truly unforeseen,
Believe in a lucky star - your own Dream!
My Dream
© Copyright: Юлия Скрипко, 2010
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