Morpheus takes you to a wonderful world,
In which there are no boundaries of space.
Do not take a souvenir from there,
Not to get, alas, citizenship.
You can meet the dead there
Talk, ask for advice.
Look into her eyes, hug her again.
And get answers from them.
In the world of dreams every whim
In an instant it will become a reality.
The real world has long sagged,
Covered with lime and dust.
And everyone wants to escape to the world of dreams,
Where the air is clean and smells of childhood.
Where can I fly in the clouds,
And live next door to da Vinci.
Morpheus takes you to the city of sleep,
But only in visitors invites.
And stay there forever
Only the one who loses everything can.