Нет филологов и не надо!

I dreamed about apples last night,
Falling into the grass.
Yellow, Green, Red
As if they were real!
They rained down on his head,
My stupid head.
I understood the essence of life in a new way!
I just can't remember!

Issac Newton was born on January fourth.
And I got it all mixed up in my dream that apples are everything to me.
He discovered the law of gravity and our attraction with you.
When we get closer, madly in love with each other.

Were you dreaming about planets today And a myriad of stars!
I dreamed that I was in my arms, my dear, He took you to these stars.
They fell on the path, At our feet.
I counted them in the sky sometimes for make-believe I had no idea.

January fourth, Issac Newton was born.
And I got it all mixed up in my dream that apples are everything to me.
He discovered the law of gravity and our attraction with you.
When we get closer, madly in love with each other.

I've been telling myself since last night: Where is the pheasant sitting?
And every hunter wants to know!
But then he closed his eyes.
Apples and planets are all distorted by prisms.,
In my dream, together with you, my love, we intertwined!

January fourth, Issac Newton was born.
And I got it all mixed up in my dream that apples are everything to me.
He discovered the law of gravity and our attraction with you.
When we get closer, madly in love with each other.