The clean window of the bus
Takes me to the dreams.
And they turn into the breeze,
Again I go to your side.
Dew reminds of your eyes,
World smiles at me like you.
I don’t know whom I resemble,
But my heart longs for yours.
Elderly hollow-chest trees,
Grass shakes head shyly,
Dew–faced flowers' buds
Remind me of you when they smile.
Take me away, tramp thought,
And tramp, dream to far-away.
I miss hard your heart, your soul,
If only I could fill up your face.
Every morning I remember again,
I’m lost in thought, world’s without one.
At your side also it’s spring,
Maybe now it’s getting dark…
This evening I think of nothing else,
May God not part with some missing one.
Window of bus reminds me of you,