Every song that I play to you on the flute is like a pray.
Every night, when I look at your face, painted in the skies,
Is that place
Where I really live, where my heart wants to breath.
And it knows why it here
And dreams
To stay.
Our hearts for a dream in awake I say…
I whisper to you when you fall into sleep
And flew, sweetly flew far away.
Every song that I play to you
© Copyright: Виктор Цененко, 2018
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