I dreamed your house, the street and the day
the summer day which cannot pass
the sweet smell of your plums came inside my dream
like the smell of your hair comes with winds
With one foot on the edge of youth
with another we go in the storms and lighting
who´ll pick the plums if there is no joy
who´ll put quince on closet
This days I don´t stop dreaming
your love is flying and I´m chasing it
and the dreams ar becoming clearer and clearer
The plums are ripe
like the last year
everything is blue around me
it seemed like the sea come in your garden
The plums are ripe
like the last year
only on thing is in the head
if I fly for you, I´m scared, I´m scared that I´ll fall
I dreamed your house, the street and the day
the summer day which cannot pass
the sweet smell of your plums came inside my dream
like the smell of your hair comes with winds
This days I don´t stop dreaming