When comes the Night,
The sun leaves place to the Moon.
When the darkness invade the room,
The time come to fall asleep.
It’s here, that the dreams take form,
In the abysse of the soul.

When the eyes close,
The spirit sails in the unconscious.
When the being is sleeping,
The pictures become realities.
It’s here, that the dreams take form,
In the abysse of the soul.

When the dreams bring the plenitude,
The spirit can rest.But,
When the dreams become nightmares,
The soul is tormented.
It’s here, that the dreams act,
In the abysse of the soul.

When the dreams reflect the reality,
The alleviate the dreamer
When the dreamer awakes,
The dreams disappear.
It’s here, that the dreams act,
In the abysse of the soul.