Do you dream of my dreams in short,
Your eyes and shoulders,
Tormented soul over fear,

That fleeting encounter.
And at the heart of pain,
And fever in the heart,

They run the clock in a circle,
Love you and I drink the nectar,
So as not to lose each other.


But you're leaving at dawn,
When the birds chirp,

And promise you in a dream
I sometime dream ...(3)


Those dreams are gentle and short,
In a heavy moment of separation,
Devotion will touch his cheeks

And open arms.
And the transience of our meetings,
The soul and the sorrow of a blizzard,

Love can't save,
We don't back each other.


But you're leaving at dawn,
When the birds chirp,
And promise you in a dream

I sometime dream...(3)