I don't know anything about him, and yet I see him His name is familiar, and I know his voice Often in my sleep, I see his face His look and love are just an image He has this beauty, romantic men The divine Raphael, the imitated talent A philosophy of democratic spirit And of the poet, the unlimited rhyme I could speak to you of his eyes, of his hands I could speak to you of him until tomorrow His love is my life, but what's the point of dreaming? The illusion of love is not the love found Is he near, is he far, is he the strong rock? I will meet him, because I know he exists Much more than reason, the heart is the strongest By his order, by his law, nobody resists I will not resist Give yourself to the music of Vladimir Koshmar