The Waking Dream [German translation]

Hopeful winters

Opened windows

Shivers in the wind.

Clear-sky raining

Endless dreaming

Too much dopamine.

I see them dancing 'round the fire

Each pair, a hand clasped high tonight

A star in constellation Lyra

Each pair, they swirl like dragonflies.

They alternate directions now

Feet kicking sand into the air

His left, her right, then north and south

Eyes blissfully roam unaware.