I dream a beautiful dream last night
It was like my father came back
But when I wanted to hug him
He disappeared and I remained alone crying
I wanted to tell him so many, but I did not tell him
I wanted to ask so many, but he did not answer
And in a second I felt so much meaning (sense)
But he disappeared as if he never had been
Father, father, this is the first time
When in my spell I believe in something that is not wright
I know that I am not little and I understand that you will never
Turn back but I am waiting for you
Maybe others forgot about you long time ago
But I know precise from my mother, sister, brother
That ever since you went away from home, the door
Never closed
I am not sorry father, that someday
Someone will say about me aswell that he lost me
The time is so cruel, noone
Made himself friend with it yet
You know how sorry I am and it hurts
More and more father, I know
That I started to love you afterwards
Much later, but now it was late...