It’s a young Sunday
I’m sweaty, afraid of everyday life
It’s the dream that captures me
As if resurrected by flowers
Red poppies and festive garlands
You are my star that always shines for me
Wild are the storms
I bring down the towers of dependency
I’ve made my decision
Otherwise my pain ends in lovelessness
you are my blood
You are my heart for eternity
you give me courage
Create the embers of desire
Sometimes the night turns in circles
In such a very special way
The same dream always comes back
You live on a sea wave
Drift near, get pulled away
Sometimes you’re so close
You seem taken to me
The dream is blurred
This is how the night ends
