Something not only about me

The dawn becomes a door to my imagination,

It opens all that was inside of my believes.

I feel inside my heart there was a cold creation

Of something that was hard at once to see.

And I can sing and dance, and paint some strange reflections

Which no one in this world can understand.

This way I make my own heart-blood perception,

And this way I can travel to my land.

This dreamy land consists of fairy creatures

Sometimes they’re scary and at times they’re sad,

Sometimes they have some enigmatic features,

But no one knows if they are good or bad.

They help me understand my deepest dreaming,

They help me live not just like other do.

‘Cause every night when I can see the beaming

The others fell asleep just like they always do…