Don't tell me what to dream about
Don't tell me what to dream about The sunshine, the stars Or the bloodshed and wars, The moon, the flowers, Or the fatal desires Don't tell me what to dream about The world full of goons Or the princess in her shoon The monuments in ruins Or the beauty in cocoons Don't tell me what to dream about I choose to see what’s good or better May be sooner, may be later I dare to see a coloured water What you think that doesn’t matter The birth of a child Or the beast in the wild Love so mild Or hatred grown inside Don't tell me what to dream about The morning of the East Or the punching of the fist Holding the unchangeable nature’s wrist Or illusion among the mist Don't tell me what to dream about I choose to see what’s good or better May be sooner, may be later I dare to see a coloured water What you think that doesn’t matter ...