Calling you

Calling you in every dream,
But you never know
Hear me! Music is a stream,
In which my ship drown

Calling you in every step,
But you'll never see
You're in "stop and standing" land
In my reality.

Calling you is useless thing,
'Cause I have no strength
Beating in a silver ring,
Coming for a dance.

Calling you is fairly well
For the genious night
What you've told and what you'll tell
Will be always quite.

If I'll call, you'll see my faults,
Shining brightly down the roads.