I am a poet sitting on a cloud and I see the earth from above. I read in the hearts, I read on the faces, I read in the eyes, I see in the heads. Ah, the beautiful celebrations, yes, I see that everyone dreams, dreams his dream and his right. The bell dreams, dreams of a hotel, the bee dreams, dreams of its honey, the priest dreams, dreams of being in heaven. I dream of your eyes, my love, the cashier dreams, dreams of additions, the rentier dreams, dreams of coupons, the athlete dreams, dreams of champions. But I dream of your eyes always and the good God, very close to me, told me, it's you, it's you who is right, it's you, all the more for them, all the better for you, it's wonderful. I only know how to dream of love, the bell dreams, dreams of the widow, the vineyard dreams, dreams of barrels, women dream, dreams of hats, and I dream of your eyes, my love, I see turn by turn the big birds that pass and all the humans seem to me ants, alone of all the dreams that play in space. My dream is pretty, I will go down and I will surprise, without modesty, the fragile heart, the docile eyes of my heart. The menier dreams, dreams of white bread, the mason dreams, dreams of cement, the poacher dreams, dreams of enchantment. And I dream of your eyes, my love, the cat dreams, dreams of mice, the Chinese dreams, dreams of his laugh, the pasha dreams, dreams of being in bed. And I dream of your eyes always and the good God, very close to me, told me, it's you, it's you who is right, it's you, so much better for them, so much better for you, it's wonderful, I only know how to dream of love, the farmer dreams, dreams of his sheep, the marquis dreams, dreams of his eyes, the owl dreams, dreams of blue skies. And I dream of your eyes always, and you dream, and he dreams, and I dream of your eyes, my love. And I dream of your eyes, my love. And I dream of your eyes.