In my dreams I see faces
which I have seen.
In my dreams I see places
where I have been.
In my dreams I can hear,
your soft voice, my dear.
Your soft voice telling me:
"Don't waste your life, set you free."
In my dreams I can feel you
and even I can touch you.
I feel pain, sorrow; feelings so ancients.
I know that we must be patients.
In my dreams I see you in the sky
and I'm still wondering why,
why you leave us so soon
under the loneliness of the night and the moon.
I swear I won't waste my life,
but it hurts like a knife;
this emptiness that you left behind.
At least, you go on living in my heart and my mind.
Obrigado pela leitura!