Reflections

All our meetings are bound for saying goodbyes

Silent gold sunset reflects in your quiet eyes

While the charcoal of fire is turning to dust

Time comes for packing and saying goodbyes to the past.

Chorus:

Darling angel mine,

Sunshine through the clouds,

Winds will blow tonight

Steer away the doubts

Lifting up my eyes: conquerer of distance

Sputnik-aeroplane is sending us the signals.

 Friends,please don't comfort me, I'm in no need for words

Wish I could find that sunset on the edge of the world

Where through the fog of the night there's a fire to see,

Where , believe it or not, someone's waiting for me...

Aug. 2011