Based on the poem
«Мечты»
I have made a translation.
The doors are closing — day is left behind,
The night now claims its quiet, sovereign reign.
People are sleeping, dreaming, kind and blind, |
Here, in their dreams, their wishes come again.
Dreams are not just words in hushed and gentle air,
They’re like a compass pointing to the goal.
Hold them tight within your hands, don’t let them tear,
Let them become the wings that make you soar.
01.02.26
Dreams
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