Rose Dreamer (Harp

Вариант 2: English (Verse 1) Silk of melodies flows through her hand, Her harp sings, like a bird taking flight. Like a sunbeam, she smiles, across the land, Beautiful, as a star in the night. Strong as the wind that sweeps through the plain, Her spirit, a flame, burning bright. But when the night falls, bringing its reign, A dream comes, a strange, hidden light. And she dreams of a rose, as red as the blood, Whispering secrets in a tongue unknown. Through memory's mist, through the dream's foggy flood, A petal emerges, disturbingly sown. She wakes with a gasp, her heart beats so fast, For what reason this dream, she can't tell. Echoes of roses, casting their spell. (Verse 2) On stage, bathed in light, with exquisite grace, She hides a part, set by a different fire. But night descends, when the audience sleeps, And the city is lost in its slumber deep. Within her mind, a turbulent tide creeps, Of troubling tales, where roses do weep. And she dreams of a rose, as red as the blood, Whispering secrets in a tongue unknown. Through memory's mist, through the dream's foggy flood, A petal emerges, disturbingly sown. She wakes with a gasp, her heart