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      I dream that I am in Paris.

      The Eiffel Tower sparkles.

      It is reflected in the windows

      And in the showcases.

      I dream of houses and streets,

      Remember neatly trimmed trees

      And the clouds under the sky…

      «When will I see you?» – I cry!

      I walk along Champs-Élysées…

      «All this in a dream’, – you might say.

      But again, and again, I see,

      I am walking around Paris…

      My dear Madrid,

      You’re alive in me

      In the darkness of dreams,

      Where are no miseries.

      In me, you’re alive.

      Reach me out from above,

      From the darkness, like love

      Breaks through to the life.

      Querido Madrid,

      My favorite city,

      You are always with me!

      Remembrance is heating.

      La guitarra española,

      Music like a river flowed.

      La guitarra española

      Told me all about her thoughts.

      She sang songs about España

      And about the real love…

      Fingers danced and played so daring

      Full of passion, full of life!

      La guitarra española,

      How I fell in love with you!

      La guitarra española,

      You alone – my destiny!

      When you

      Can in a violin song

      Recognize your soul…

      As if somebody wrote the music

      From your heart,

      As if someone heard screaming

      On your inside…

      Yes, it is you, eyes closed,

      You all surrender to the sounds…

      And in the rhythm of rock

      Your heart beats evenly.

      Yes, you love life,

      And you rejoice at happy drops

      That fill up in a moment

      Your eyes —

      You cry…

      From an excess of feelings…

      Cause… No way to achieve the impossible!

      Forgotten goals

      Become so real in a dream

      To the violin song…

      In the city life noise

      I will hear your voice.

      The face among strangers.

      Is it you, my angel?

      That passionate gaze

      of your amber eyes…

      I remember hands, fingers…

      We hug… The wind whispers:

      «Turn to me, honey!»

      Is it you behind me?

      I looked around,

      but there was no one.

      Only me in the street

      In the rustle of leaves…

      It’s just me in the wind

      In the chamber of dreams…

      He who was in love

      will fall in love again,

      cause the heart,

      which has tasted passion,

      wants to touch these feelings once again

      and to restore freedom to his feelings…

      Catch the moment,

      If a chance is arising.

      Never forget —

      You cannot know everything.

      Buy a ticket

      To your favourite place —

      A self-present

      When you lose your balance.

      Just say «Yes»

      When you need to say that.

      Change the world,

      Starting with yourself.

      Forget the words,

      That have already been said.

      Catch the moment

      Every single day!

      A pink sunrise meets the azure sky,

      The skyline covered with the pale haze.

      It is eye-catching: a pink snow lies

      On the mountain peaks far away.

      The wind rustles in the crowns.

      And the crescent is still here.

      In an amber dress, the sun is rushing

      To catch up with the moon until it disappears.

      A ray of sunshine chases dreams away from me.

      The day comes in the golden dawn.

      The dark shades away to the bird’s trills.

      There’s not a cloud in the blue sky.

      The wind blows in the darkness of the night.

      Blue peaks are sleeping in a sweet shut-eye.

      They wonder of a bright blue sky,

      The golden sun of a summer dawn.

      Are you sleeping, my dear, my love?

      Do you see the mountain top?

      Or do you look at the moon now?

      Waiting

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