In the heart of summer, under the golden sun,
Lies a dreamy grove, where the children run.
With the scent of flowers, and the buzzing bees,
And the rustling leaves, in the gentle breeze.
Oh, Dreamy Grove, under the sky so blue,
Every day in summer, brings something new.
With laughter and joy, in the warm sun's ray,
In Dreamy Grove, on a beautiful day.
By the babbling brook, under the willow's shade,
Stories of adventures, and games are played.
With the song of the lark, and the butterfly's flight,
In Dreamy Grove, from morning till night.
Oh, Dreamy Grove, with its meadows wide,
Where secrets are shared, and dreams coincide.
With hearts full of summer, and moods so bright
In Dreamy Grove, on a beautiful day.
Words of Igor Marynowski
In the spring morning
I think about my beloved.
She is like the nature's renewal
After frost and snow.
She fills my heart with joy
And helps me to forget my woe.
She is the fragrance of the flowers
And the colors of the rainbow.
In the summer night
The song of the nightingale
Brings melody of her sweet voice.
She is the evening's cool breeze
And the fire place's warmth.
She soothes my soul with her words
And inspires me with her wishes.
She is the star of the sky
And the light of my dreams.
In the autumn time
Among the thick clouds
I can see the glimpses of her face.
She is the harvest of the fields
And the grace of the vines.
She nourishes my soul
with her tenderness
And comforts me with her embraces.
She is the moon of the night
And the sun of the days.
In the cold blow of winter
The lunar light shows me the way
To the kingdom of love
In the blossom of my sweetheart.
She is the refuge from the snow storm
And the living force of the heart.
She melts my troubles with her kisses
And heals my wounds with her cure.
She is the end of my journey
And the start of my new adventures.