I roam the room back and forth, back and forth
There is fog in my head and cold in my heart again.
Exhausting myself to collapse into the darkness until the morning.
Rain is singing a lullaby behind the window - it's time!
I don't want to see dreams, no need for beauty anymore,
Because in the dreams we will be together again
And in the morning... where are you?
And chest will be in grip again, I can't, I'm not ready,
I don't want to see dreams, and I beg: no more dreams.
I roam the room from wall to wall
And blame you, though there is nothing to blame you for
That I'm afraid to fall asleep and get into feathers of dreams.
I blame you, but it's all not for real...
I don't want to see dreams, no need for beauty anymore,
As in the dreams we will be together again
And in the morning... where are you?
And chest will be in grip again, I can't, I'm not ready,
I don't want to see dreams, and I beg: no more dreams.