The afternoon is pretty: light comes and goes,
The air is cool, noisy wind blows,
But the sun gently warms the face;
Respite between storms, when trees embrace.

Look, how the clouds chase
Sharp shadows on the ground,
Like children,  we chase after soap bubbles -
Our dreams are never to be found?

We wish dreamiest dreams as our goodnight,
But they really exist in the daylight of the future,
Serious plans that we nurture and I can see it today,
As the rays of the sun pierce the raindrops with clarity,
Our tomorrow is warmth, strength and sanity,

Love, that will get us together from place to place,
We go hand in hand and stop the endless chase.
The dreamiest of our dreams will one day reach the dawn,
Wake us to the life we have wished for so long.