My modest dreams are burnt with you,
The gorgeous face, the soul to taste.
I need to find the way I do
Inside the days I used to waste.
Jumping high to clouds above,
Looking through the sky and space.
I didn't mean to find the love
That trembling hearts embrace.
And now hugging you, and kissing lips,
It looks like something coming true,
Between my hopes, between your dreams,
It feels like days are touching you,
Within the sky, within the sense I do.
SH
Within the sky, within the sense I do
© Copyright: Станислав Гофман, 2016
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