I look through the misty windows of distance
and I know
you will talk of your loneliness to no one but me

I listen
to the solid walls of time and place falling to pieces
in the air of joint feelings and thoughts
and my thoughts die
in the land of far away
land of memories

Look
how the tiny and sensitive molecules of love
grow that end that should be remembered
inside of them
and surrender them to the tomorrow that comes

I sleep in the dream of tomorrow
with you
to get up in you...