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