In the middle of a dream, high above in the air,
The sun begins rising from the main city square.
the houses are bent, they're abandoned no doubt,
the walls at me staring, if they could, they would shout:
"You who created, why do us poor?
is it us or is you, who's in need of a cure?
You regard it a dream, you can still make it right,
if you just close your eyes, you will lose what's in sight."
The streets they are sloped, the tiles are downhill,
rolling and leaving, only I'm staying still.
The sun she gets covered by a fog turning black
It's encasing my body, it excitedly asks:
"You who created, how does it feel?
now you barely can see, are you feeling the fear?
You regard it a dream, there's no need to feel Sad,
if you just close your eyes, you will wake up in bed."
I am feeling just right, not a trace of your fear,
between dreams and reality, my difference is clear.
the moment you scatter, I will be by myself
in silence, in the air, I can only feel safe.
And to you who were made by, how does it feel?
to exist with no power in a world that's not real.
It is nearing the end, so clear how it's fake,
I am closing my eyes, and once open, I'll awake.
A translation to English for a song I wrote a few years ago
