The dream goes over time.
Floating like a sailboat
No one can crack open the seeds
In the heart of the dream
Time goes over the dream
Sunken even the knights (men)
Yesterday and tomorrow they eat
the dark flowers of mourning
The dream goes over time.
Floating like a sailboat
No one can crack open the seeds
In the heart of the dream
Over the same column
Time and dream intertwined
Pass by the groaning child
The torn tongue of the elder
The dream goes over time.
Floating like a sailboat
No one can crack open the seeds
In the heart of the dream
And if the dream pretends to be walls
In the plain of time
Then time makes it (the dream) think
that it is born at that moment
The dream goes over time.
Floating like a sailboat
No one can crack open the seeds
In the heart of the dream (*2)