Сон это связь с мирами, Танец на острой грани, Прогулка в пространстве смежном, Мы гости в мирах безбрежных. Dream , wonderful dream, In the hands of fall leaves, garden doomed With the sun in the arms merge .
1.Mne dreamed sad , The voice called me farewell , In a spray of light whitish Circuit was the silhouette.