Lonely dreams in my nights, Longing to unfold their cyan wings to fly... The silent sky is waiting to blaze And the indigo moon is beaming behind her veil.
Lonely dreams, in endless woe, Desire to illuminate the heaven's flames. Their hearts throb like a drummer, playing his drums, They yearn to smear love upon the silver clouds of spring gloom.
Lonely dreams, in my tiny universe, Listening to my arteries and veins whisper poems... They want to be free from the dark world, I own, They dream to hear the bleeding sun sing to them.
