A dream

I dream over her lips,
over her pure eyes.
Her voice is clear and tender,
when it speaks to me – it makes me alive.

I dream over her smile,
and her face that makes me stronger.
And those eyes, those laughing eyes,
I can feel it rise above.

I feel this strange feeling,
and I can't explain why.
I don't know what can I do,
I know that I want her,
this is what I'd want,
this is all I can think of know.

If she'll die, I'll die with her,
I won't let her slip away.

I dream over her eyes,
and her voice – so pure and tender.
If she'll ever be gone or die,
I will die for her.