Anyone that tells
what they dreamt
never tells all they saw in it.
To tell a dream is forbidden.
With love I dreamt
of a dream, in which I saw
A window and a flower
A fontain and my friend
And nothing else ...
There were only us and the light... nothing else
In that dream, love found its dwelling
Love
Love, which in secret I bring with me
In a dream that I will not tell
and that day by day I feel it stronger
Love
I keep love hidden in me
In a dream that I'm not able to explain
and that I will carry with me forever