I don`t sleep so I don`t dream
and again I don`t want to fall
your name`s burned or days are burried
forgotten at all
so I said some day that
I would return to an end
everything to loosw will be just
will be just a friend
yearning oh children
children of love
everyone seems like a little
child like a suicide...
inocence gone wild
everyone seems like a little child
like a suicide candidate
I wish to be in your dreams
every night, nights you`ll hate
you know that I could have
waited for a long time
but the thuth is spoken now
and to tell the truth is no crime
you should not feel flattered
it`s not yours belong
and dreams are just like
souveniers which I don`t want to keep
I don`t need the reasons
and I don`t like some suprise