There are three dreams that I visit
Your skin, your words, and then the risk
That one day our bodies, in need of alcohol,
Will drop to the ground
How beautiful are the dreams of yesterday
Forgotten there in the dust
Under a pretext of passing time
We let the wind take their place
It's not the fault of the oceans
If men plunge into their dreams*
Because of strong belief in the invisible
Mine often miss the mark
(repeat)
I'm afraid of skies without horizons
That my arms are becoming your prison
I'm afraid that the cries of others
Will diminish ours a little
Acid can take the place of honey
And the world changes into a cruel dream
Never forget the first wings
Remember the taste of his skin
It's not the fault of the oceans
If men plunge into their dreams
Because of strong belief in the invisible
Mine often miss the mark
I'm afraid of skies without horizons
That my arms will become your prison
I'm afraid that the cries of others
Will diminish ours a little
(repeat)
There are three dreams that I visit
Your skin, your words and then the risk