Looking for the reason to make your dreams come true,
Creating in the memory all things you have come through,
Drawing fancy pictures from your memories,
you realize the truth: there are things that you have missed...
When you think about them all, you have only to regret...
It seems all that was wonders is turned now into bad,
and bright and tender flowers from your have-naive soul
have withered, have been frozen and their petals fall...
They'll never gain the beauty, they have been shining with...
They'll die, they'll melt and they'll remain you only memories.
We've used to live by future, by fantast, by past
but we don't simply see what things are next to us.
We do not value nature, the singing of the bird...
We do not notice beauty, its sound is unheard...
Why did we show igorance? Why did we become blind?
Why have we lost the brightening, the caress and the kind?
The world is not unchangable, but still like Paradise...
But we have loved unreal things, we've used to say a lie...
We should adore the beauty, the stars, the universe...
All that you see around is nicer than any verse!
Learn to adore it all, to value all these gifts,
the world has brought to me and you with eternal tender drifts...
25.12.07
