Elena — Она Рисовала Мечту

He spend his mornings chasing shadows in a quiet soul
Learning how to bargain with the hurt he couldn't show
Walking through the crowded
Streets and shades of black and white
Waiting for a spark to clear the endless night
Then you stepped into his world
Without a sound
Tuesday's tilted
Universe right side around
With eyes like morning sun
And words like summer breeze
He brought his restless heart down to its peaceful knees
She used to paint her dreams upon a
Hidden and singing] wall