I beg for my sweetest dream covered in colours of freedom,
sweat in the misery of darkness
All songs written to forget that the rose is still dead
fairy tale lost in the city
Mother singing her lullaby
I beg for my sweetest dream covered in colours of freedom,
sweat in the misery of darkness

“Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped on the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on”*

*taken from “Music, when soft voices die" by Percy Bysshe Shelley