I imagine you right near me,
I take your hand, I’m stepping carefully.
The day is dull, it’s raining so hard.
We’re sitting in a silent little yard.
Oh, I imagine that so many times,
While walking through my dreams with shining rime.
And only this thought is living in my head,
Just looking in your eyes, so wonderful and sad.
The rain is pouring through the gloomy sky.
It’s sparkling bright, it’s saying: “you are mine”.
You’re smiling, keeping silent, and I –
I dream of flying with you so high.
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Now I can say without any doubt,
The sun is shining through a rainy cloud,
And you are mine, and I belong to you.
It’s wonderful to think that it is true.
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27.05.2004