Every night the man rises his imaginary stage In his theatre he becomes actor, spectator of himself Every night the man rises his imaginary stage The man is dreaming I dream to float on my life's surface I am the stranger who looks inside I am not the material body (material body) Constructed by the seven elements I am not the five senses The hearing, the taste, the olfaction, the touch, the sight And I am not the sound The savour, the smell, the matter, the seeing And I am not the five knowledge elements The speaking, the movement, the feeling I am not the five vital breaths Nether I am the thinking mind And I am not the memory Concerning the residual impressions of objects I am a dreamer Who hates illusions And this produces the vicious rage I'm not able to refuse, I lost myself in darkness In the obscurity I find myself again I annihilated myself and now I get Conscience of my power, I burn out and I reborn I desire and my unconscious satisfies me I dream to float on my life's surface I am the stranger who looks inside I dream to float on my life's surface I am the stranger who looks inside I am a dreamer, who hates illusions