Silence, strange silence
The jewels of the meadow of your dreams
Poor flowers that you still hold in your hands
Silence, you hear once more
Your hopes are like the footsteps on your wall
But now he comes And he takes
Into your room
You away
As you are
Like the first
Like the last
And he rides you away
Or the deadly one
The scary tune
Makes you forget
To his moon Outside, down the streets
You watch them and you hate them for their love
Outside, no need to ask
No need for jewels of your dreams
Who took the treasure running down the hall He looks like the human sun
Riding on a moon
And while others sleep
And miss the key
He opens up the room Into your room
But now he comes
You away
As you are
Like the first
And he takes
Like the last
Or the deadly one
To his moon
And he rides you away
Makes you forget
The scary tune But now he comes.
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