Let me tell you about my dreams
which hid behind the time
but have come back with you
Let me tell you about my dreams
which got lost as the time went by
confused in the silence
I dream with my eyes open
You may think I'm crazy
Because I believe in what I dream
And, if you want, I'll tell them to you
I wrote them in an open book
In the dreams' language
What's wrong with chasing dreams?
What's wrong with dreaming awake?
I dream in color, I dream in verse
In stories with a plot
In songs that I finally resolve
Guitars floating in the sky
I see mountains on the roof
There are no secrets for the dreams
I believe in infinite dreams
The ones that children have
Which you can caress with your finger
I believe in real dreams
The ones that run without direction or owner
And which nobody's put a price on
Are the dreams real or dreams?
Is reality real or a dream?
What's wrong with chasing dreams?
What's wrong with dreaming awake?
Are the dreams real or dreams?
Is reality real or a dream?