On the other side of dreams I have my private paradise
and in it there's all for every day, nay, nay, nay.
Your glance is still caressing me, the nightingales are flourishing,
and you bring a heated bunch of roses every day to me.
Let the world cry with the rain, let that world sigh,
it is still a delight, because dreams are able to do all,
but when one doesn't feel for this, that something's
missing - (then) something is wrong.
Everyone of us was not only once on the other side of one's dreams,
'Till the course of events wasn't calling: it's time to come back.
On the other side of dreams there are no paths uphill
there's the same not very high threshold for all.
The wind won't blow into the eyes, all are able to afford everything,
no one has no gaps in anything, doesn't know any words: oh, if one could.
Distress is unknown there, a bit of luck is a handsome thing,
it is still a delight, because dreams are able to do all,
but when one doesn't feel for this, that something's
missing - (then) something is wrong.
Ram da ram da ra da ram...
Everyone of us was not only once on the other side of one's dreams,
'Till the course of events wasn't calling: it's time to come back.