My sleeping sun,
I will take you to the gods.
I’ll take your pain,
Make your fears go away.
Let me gather all the light
To bring you a starry night.
Thy beauty’s form
Rest in table of my heart.
I’ve seen a dream,
Where an angel came to me.
She’s so perfect all the time -
I just cannot say «goodbye».
This melody
Is a treasure that I keep.
I can hear it
Every spring
In the blooming apple trees.
Blooming apple trees
© Copyright: Елизавета Сайфиева, 2026
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