Dreamland
Александр Иванов, Павел Руминов
Dreamland
When the night comes with headlights
Singing cats and paling moon
Tender pillow accepts your hair
And the dream wind visits your room
When the darkness recolor an air
And a mirror turns to a silent lake
In the deep of your eye burn the flare
And a fuse of the dream rises like snake
And soft thing to your temple and transparent wind over your head
The dreams I made for you will never let you sleeping
Be common and sad