Our souls dancing with shadows in darkness of magic,
when the minds are dead and mouldy, under the ground.
Wishing that the dead wouldn’t be light-years away,
hearing their voices behind the rainbow crying again.
It’s the time when the moons are sleeping side by side
and throwing beams to tomb where dead sun lies.
Where things are never as they seem at first
and after talking you know you didn’t said a word.
A lifetime of happiness and even more grief,
after leaving you don’t know where you were.
It’s the land of the dreams, which are always true,
though after waking again no-one remembers...
