The dream

How could you dream about me What a game of imagination It was sent to me as a gift by the deception of dreams That my prayer has been denied in reality I was your thought, and I was sanctified by it Alone with you in mysterious silence My image, invisible to you, is reflected On the mirror of your soul And I didn't feel it, and my mind is blind An earthly prisoner, she didn't figure it out for me That an angel dreams of me in the shadow of paradise That he might have smiled at me in a dream I was your thought, and I was sanctified by it Alone with you in mysterious silence My image, invisible to you, is reflected On the mirror of your soul I was your thought, and I was sanctified by it Alone with you in mysterious silence My image, invisible to you, is reflected On the mirror of your soul