I dreamed of you picking flowers on a sunny shore,
Continually running with you,
Were the daybreak announcing waking of life.
You were wearing a crown of poppies,
That makes you look so dreamy,
Your hands were picking roses,
But roses, flowers of love prick only yourself,
It didnt let no one to steal their beauty.
Sun rises slowly,
Awakening to life throughout the continent,
But you were awake for long time ago,
By the love that was telling to you a song.
It's song of hope, it's song of life,
It's the happiness of breathing one more day,
It's the joy of being in love.