People often say that every event brings opportunities
To dream some sacred dreams that were once unrealistic
But the most beautiful thing is that we continue to value a part of ourselves
In those dreams, we feel like some heroes
Somehow from second to second, time passes quickly
Darkness comes and we sink into a deep hibernating sleep
Which when we wake up, we don’t remember anything
Neither time nor our dear dreams
Dreams of squabbles crumble in an instant
The weather forces us to jerk suddenly
Which brings a patellar reflex to our legs
But catching dreams in the real world is hard
People will say all sorts of things about you, but be very wise
Don’t let others hurt your heart of goodness
Because everything can be achieved with the will of Basha
Love opens the door of destiny forever
A fierce showdown with our dreams; capturing difficulty
It kills us in the notion of a fact that does not give us peace
We have to know and be very realistic about ourselves
And that is the days of phoenix birds – they come and go!