Multicolor dream

The sound of the night explodes

in a silence of lights and colors.

Golden trees, cascades of crystals

that will never fall to the ground.

Now I feel my heart beating

and I'm afraid, please call a doctor!

I think I'm dying... or maybe

it's just your smile it makes me alive.

The music, the words and the mortal dreams

bathe me with sterile dew

until you entered in my sicret room

on tiptoe so as not to make noise.

Now I feel my heart beating

and I'm afraid, please call a doctor!

I think I'm dying... or maybe

it's just your smile makes me alive.

No more past, no more lies.

No more fear, no more cries.

No more doubts, only you.