In the silence of the stars, with the caress of the moonlight, I sit with your imagination, I sit with my eyes dreaming, sleep until you come to my dream, in the silence of these nights, June remembers your imagination like the wings of sorrow in the dream, the swing of your petals, your eyes are drowned, the night is drowned, the sweet sleep of the night in the garden of my dreams, we remember you, the colorful of the night, we go on the way of travel, because the passers-by of the desert, our hands are in each others hands in the sky of dreams, in the silence of the stars, caressed. The moonlight sits with your imagination, I sleep with my eyes until you come to my dream, in the silence of these nights, June in memory of your imagination, like the wings of sorrow in the dream, the swing of the petals of your eyes, the night is drowned, the sweet sleep of the night in the garden of my dreams, the memory of you is the color of the night , we go on a journey because the passers-by of the desert, our hands are in each others hands in the dream sky.....
I write these songs to remember my childhood and to remember Nelly.
