You've hang dreams all over the apartment,
They all are light blue like the New Year's balls,
And they veiled horizon of all my eyesight,
They are shining playfully and in thought.
I come up to one ball - and quickly catch it,
So naive, mentally, as a child.
In the dreams inside - like the wings are flapping,
To wallpaper ornaments they will fly.
They hang on the walls near refrigerator,
And your dream is lieing on a big book.
They are blue and snow-white everywhere!
All my eyes and thoughts they have frozen through!
I will not make up any dream from now on.
I'm accustomed to mental hygiene.
And your dreams are hanging, with wings are flapping.
And I write to them in a virgin bed.