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