Hajderer Marko
Hajderer Marko
On a comfortable chair autumn riots awake dreaming
I dream of a place
Vast fields of gold
Fog that reveals the place slowly and gently
An army of thousands of hands that keep him in the depths
of his bosom
Subjects they enjoy without fear in a dream and feed my
mouth
I dream of the stars above their dreams
A day without glare flying above the clouds
I dream of youth
Pure snowflake on my face
Gem on rough hands
Mischievously bees love a flower
A blank canvas painter
I dream of eternity
While out of the ground extending hands to catch the sun
I tremble beside her
I’m beside her shepherd
I am an old man beside her
I dream of future
Place where youth become eternity
Steps above the clouds on the slopes of honey
Steps above the clouds on the discovered trail of sparkly
sky
Future is the place of my dreams
On a comfortable chair autumn riots awake dreaming
I dream of a place
Vast fields of gold
Fog that reveals the place slowly and gently
An army of thousands of hands that keep him in the depths
of his bosom
Subjects they enjoy without fear in a dream and feed my
mouth
I dream of the stars above their dreams
A day without glare flying above the clouds
I dream of youth
Pure snowflake on my face
Gem on rough hands
Mischievously bees love a flower
A blank canvas painter
I dream of eternity
While out of the ground extending hands to catch the sun
I tremble beside her
I’m beside her shepherd
I am an old man beside her
I dream of future
Place where youth become eternity
Steps above the clouds on the slopes of honey
Steps above the clouds on the discovered trail of sparkly
sky
Future is the place of my dreams
