In that dream I stayed awake
and I had a silver armor
I was standing on a mountain as a shadow
The brightness of the sun on my forehead
And the land was new and ready
In that dream I flew
as a hawk over the snowy mountains
Heart full of pain
felt by someone who has just been abandoned
And the land was old and fragile
On the floor of a stoneroom
sits young Aleksandra
Rocking herself back and forth
Protecting her bird with her hands
I told them
Come later if ever
I told them
what soon will be
In that dream I cried
burnt the city to the ground
Like I was told to do
Like my measure orders
And the land was new and ready
In that dream I woke up
I saw my maker face to face
And I wasn't singing anymore
I didn't raise my head up anymore
And the land was old and fragile
On the wall of a mourning room
Dusty pictures are sleeping
watching their dreams silently
without remembering their loved ones
He wakes up later in the day
Grooming his hair with his fingers
He wakes up later in the day
starting to forget his ghosts