The dream

As the night fell down across the land, a man comes to his house
A lonely house for no one waits - no children cry, no children's cries
He takes off his clothes and goes to bed, his mind's so numb - his mind's so
Dumb
As he sloses his eyes he wishes to die (to) die in his peaceful sleep - in his
Sleep

The dream

Embedded in a velvet heart of jasmine roses in the dark
The light of sunrise kissing minds to wake the sleeper in the night
'Wake up you (- you) dazzled troll - for you enface a bleeding hour
Where all your sins in pain will leave the veils of mind to set you free. '

I dropped my mask on to the ground of deserted wasteness in the sand
But where it fell a flower bloomed she smiled at me - we were alone
But as the spring to summer fell of April's healing, blessing rain
The desert round me gave its life to plenty colors full of light
So where I went the flowers bloomed, the birds they sang a lovely tune
The children looked and smiled at me ' This man was born a king to be'

The virgings with their herbal spice, they kissed my face to say goodnight
The holy mother bowed her head mumbling: 'Do not forget this could be life and
Not a dream'

The mother raised the dagger high, and blessed by the wells in her eyes
I opened my chest to heart my lies to accept the judgement of her knife

The morning

And so the lonely man with no will to stay wakes up in the morning
Hi mind is gray the fog will stay forever in his head
He puts on his clothes, he tries to forget his boring life - his boring life
He can't remember the dream he just had - no one will remember his life!