I had a dream
Trees, bees, leaves, birds and beans
A little bit
Of me goes with the wind and see
Against myself, against him
The tide is carrying me far away from here
The dream belongs to me
And I’m really getting blind and deaf
The things could think
If they could have a little piece
Of fear, but they don’t think
Because it’s difficult to believe... to dream
There’s a pain inside myself
How could I speak with her?
How could I wave goodbye?
If my favourite girl...
Is still dressed in grey