The dreamer of dreams sleeps

and dreams for what is true,

It never changes your mind

it changes yourself.

That the lips are thrilled

to your lips of old,

to lesser kisses

always cold.

The faithful soul gives its glow,

these words from the heart will soon let people know.

In love with black as much as blue;

Every time I lose myself I think of you.

If the devil himself tries taking you,

I’d offer my life instead of yours,

My dreams and hopes have died.

As I last remember

wrapped my arms around you,

the touch of your lips;

my dream has awakened.