Sometimes while she sleeps, I don't risk
getting tired, because in death there
will be enough time to relax.
My glances fall on her and my thoughts begin taking new path.

Sometimes while she sleeps, I think of dreams,
who themselves cannot give her peace in sleep.

Sometimes while she sleeps, I see shadows
hunting her from behind her eyelids

Sometimes while she sleeps, I call for the rain
to fall softly upon her.

Sometimes while she sleeps, it drops on her face,
to cool her eyes red from weeping.

Sometimes while she sleeps wild wine rushes
and wild ivy covers her.

Sometimes while she sleeps, I lay
blue flowers on her heart.

Sometimes while she sleeps, I am the rain
falling softly upon her.

And Sometimes while she sleeps her hair smells
like freshly fallen leaves.

Sometimes while she sleeps, the rain keeps falling,
so that she musn't cry anymore.

Sometimes while she sleeps the leaves keep falling
so she musn't fall herself.

Sometimes while she sleeps, I think of the sea,
holding powers which know no mercy

Sometimes while she sleeps, the lightning unveils a smile
(perhaps) finally promising peace

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