La naissance d'un rêve
Album - 1997 - Debaser id 129107

...and kissed the fairytale-land with pride
under the trees of lust
the leaves pure shadows on me
which shelter me from the darkness
which I was
I hold the dreams, within my arms
thrash the earth, within my tears
and heal my wounds in meadows of light
forgotten in the drowning land
now I leave my wishes
but love conquers all...
and every angel needs a tear to laugh
calling the fall
trust me, I am your lunacy
embolded, enthroned so it's a king for a while
but gloominess it sends so gentle
the gestures of the gist
ingrowing taste of dreams
infatuate my gift, now it becomes light
inexact but clear

... and then she became older
and left her friend in admiration
studded with bitter tears
sickening falls the colour
taste for taste
drowning in the nectar of clouds
which pass the light
blind and bleeding
as the summer ever walks through winter's woods
... those tales ...
stay far from me I lie to myself
... and still I wish
I woke up again in the shining of help
freedom and immortality
I opened my hands and call for me
... but any beauty has its thorns
in the empty pictures of your life
surrounded by radiance
in the dust of every little hope
no one can see what happens in the end
and you didn't want to see dry tears ...