To walk on the grass...

I would have to walk on the grass
Feel the touch, gentle coolness.
And to walked my legs,
Blue and transparent water of the river.

At least once have come true, those dreams,
With whom I so often Wake up.
I'm not then Lila would be alone
With you cute forever remain.

Ruthless fate has chosen me,
I trust her not complaining.
And though the heart is sad,
In his poems my soul warm.

I get into a story in a wondrous dream,
Waltzing... Fly in it with you.
I would have to walk on the grass
To the soul do not suffer from pain...