The evening

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 cry
He takes off his clothes and goes to bed
His mind's so numb
His mind's so dumb
As he closes his eyes he wishes to die
(to) die in his peaceful sleep - in his sleep

The dream

The fugitive:
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.'

The birth of a king:
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 virgins 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 return:
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 judgment 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!