Last night I dreamt of him,
The candle was burning in the wind.
His voice was her first birth that I heard,
It brought me to the widest heart that he found.
He said I would be free,
I saw his face burning in the wind.
He tried to accomplish my dream,
But my darling, nobody but only me
Could go to the end of my dream.
He left and I hardly could be awake,
But I could see his finger through my dream,
It flicked my red robe that
I never had and would never be found.
The candle was burning the wind,
When I was thinking of him,
I could feel the loneliness in my dream... |
