My Dream

Without an aim it’s wandering along the trails, My dream that is both silent and coquettish, And there’s nobody who would know about it. How many else they are? There is no one to know your thoughts, There is no one to know your feelings, And, however close we are, Just God could speak to you About most important and most intimate things, That you don’t dare mention. But with yourself you’re always so sincere, And you could not be lying to yourself.