The stars are full of shining like my dreams,
There are the roads, start lying from my porch,
Which hide in shadows of theirs many gleams,
The leading is my love kept as the torch.
It burns with all the colors of the bloom,
Should I look in the thickets of heart rhyme?
The night is mystic, all is sunk in gloom.
My dreams are like the stars, which full of shine…