Часть 1

      You know, I saw a dream — Two souls merged in the mantra. A breath of the southern country Was blowing on our skin, And we were llying unseen.       We lay on the gold sand, Unaware of time spent Under the wind spells, Felt the sea smells.       We heard the singing shells, Felt with all cells As a wave washed over us, Didn't think about a fuss.       Our souls were talking, Without footprints were walking Through the all bluest sky. ...It's so good, that I want to die.