Marjan Yahyanejad Tehran, Iran 13 years old

I open my eyes to the dawn and I'm begining to yawn,
I hear: now the sun is begining to rise, it is like looking down on paradise.
Single girl's tasks make her cry,but there's one thing left to try.
I remember her: Love is the daughter of life, comfort to trouble and strife.
I go to meet a friend, if he has money to lend,
He may tell me: Old friend, so you are in trouble again...
By now I am coming home, to listen to his songs at home.
I repeat: I am going home, I'm going home.
I am staring at moon, coming out tonight so soon, it says:
A new moon, a new tune, another song is coming soon.
Again I remember him, Hope to see him in a dream,
Therefore I go to sleep and his songs on mind I keep:
In dreams I walk with you, In dreams I talk to you,
in dreams you are mine, all of the time, we are together in dreams.
You are to leave till next night, I will be lost with no light,
Now I sing your song for you:
As you say goodbye, I can hardly see, for tears are in my eyes.......

For my lovely singer,
Chris De Burgh
Marjan