Dawned morning a lot of the sun, a lot of of the brightness;
Spring scent everywhere expanding its hands, fascinates;
Oh, my love, you have a little hope;
The hope that came yesterday with the freshness of rain;
In the distance a rooster singing;
Everything exudes with a depth of dreams from your eyes;
Oh, my eternal love, I know, you shall go, will remain a gap;
At your place will come someone else;
This is just a game, play of my imagination, my dream;
Ah, your look! Fills me with fire, and ice;
Whether I’m on fire, or I’m cooling still?
I’m burning in a dream about you, that will disappear in no time.