People are tormented from dusk till dawn
By beast's eyes made of glass lanters...
Fixation of dreams on ice paper,
And brain is filled with golden water.
Fixation of dreams...
Not to snatch stars from the hands of sky,
To mix reasonable thoughts with ravings,
In eye sockets to weave wreaths of worms
And in their forehead to kiss deceased kids...
Fixation of dreams...
Shadows gather in the center of Universe.
A fairy-tale turns into imperishable legend.
Fixation of dreams on wax paper,
And life is cut through by a steel stripe...
Fixation of dreams...
Having return from heaven, know not how to love;
Dying in dirt, to wheeze, instead of singing;
Fearing to move, to dance during sleep,
And to kiss dead kids in their forehead...