Men are children who play in dreams
They become very distinguished inside of me
They're so free like birds with heart wings
Hold me tender and strongly
Stop the past, the future and the time
In a night deeper than love, my body opens
Men are very sad
They live without knowing tomorrow
Everyone are illusions, offsprings that dreams gave birth
Sleep inside my chest
With your tired body
Without being a child lost in time
Be always a good child
Men are lonely samurais
Born from dreams and hidden in dreams
Travelers like the wind and as their heart lead
Hold me lovely and sadly
Sometimes I'm a girl and other Mother Mary
I'll cover your childish chest melting my body
Men are very sad
They live subsisting on love
Everyone are heat haze, bodyless children that dreams gave birth
Sleep inside my chest
With your bare body
Without being a child lost in time
Be always a good child
Sleep inside my chest
With your tired body
Without being a child lost in time
Be always a good child