The City Of Guimarães Photographer

Klebanovskaya

Sleep, son, until dawn.,
Before the rising of the morning star.
Let it appear in the sky,
Only when you Wake up…
The night is dark, dawn will not soon,
Time to calm down and us:
And floats like a boat on the sea,
The cradle towards your dreams…
From the height of the flowing song of the night,
Sleeping on a light cloud by the moon…
A fresh breeze caresses the cheeks,
Rustling transparent wave of.
And when the East turns pink
The stars dissolved in the sky,
Only one will remain in heaven -
You will see her in a sweet dream…