Last night I woke up
Covered with sweat.
Because I had a dream

That made me feel bad.
I want to tell you the story
Because you were part of it.

I dreamed my death that wasn't gory,
It wasn't painful, just a soft hit.


Everywhere was anywhere
And I didn't understand the elsewhere.
A lot of people were around me

But you were the one whom I couldn't see.
Everything began to turn around,
Too much for me, so I was driven into the ground.

Ground.
Ground.


It seemed to be a waiting room
To the next existence travel.
And my sadness was one thought:

I could forget you on the next level.
So I woke up, fearsomely crying,
And I wished, and I wished, and I wished

You were lying in my bed.

Last night I woke up

Covered with sweat.
Because I had a dream
That made me feel bad.

I want to tell you the story
Because you were part of it.
I dreamed my death that wasn't gory,

It wasn't painful, just a soft hit.

Everywhere was anywhere

And I didn't understand the elsewhere.
A lot of people were around me
But you were the one whom I couldn't see.

Everything began to turn around,
Too much for me, so I was driven into the ground.
Ground.

Ground.

All over, I felt brightness and softness,

Only sadness remained and I felt aimless.

It seemed to be a waiting room

To the next existence travel.
And my sadness was one thought:
I could forget you on the next level.

So I woke up, fearsomely crying,
And I wished, and I wished, and I wished
You were lying in my bed.