Enigma

A covered in bright aspiration of happiness,
A lost in a dreams and tender an sweet...
A under black cover of not melted darkness,
In arms of a winter and cold gloomy which.

Oh instantly smash a that branching world us,
On red-hot chest to flatten the clouds,
Remaining and here to find the right path,
And look at to there, and leave at the doubts…

Enigma... with bright desire for happiness,
A lost in a dreams and tender an sweet...
A under black cover of not melted darkness...
We somehow believed, believed in which.