Sometimes… I am afraid of my dreams…
Old garden I see in my dreams very often…
Many flowers in it and so beautiful trees…
And strange house with mystical door in the darkness…
Where I feel that somebody stands again near me…
Cruel silence around… Only moon looks so cold…
But I know that somebody stands again near me…
He tells me that one day near this little house…
Many people were killed in these beautiful trees…
He told me very long his so terrible stories…
And I wanted to run from this damn and strange place…
But the ghost my hand took so softly in darkness…
And I felt how his eyes looked so long on my face…
"Stay with me here forever… In this beautiful garden…"
He said me and his voice was so magic in night…
In my terrible dream I see garden and house…
Very often… I see there my death and my life…