Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
It is beautiful here...
Look, in the distance
The river sparkles like fire
The meadows are lying like a coloured carpet
The clouds are growing white
There are no people here...
There is just silence here...
Only God and I are here
Flowers, and an old pine tree
And you, my daydream!