Tomorrow i'll be here in a valley, green valley full of dreams and clouds orbed hills involve red shine inside
We will lay on fresh grass and take a melancholy for two This is true that world don't have the end
This is true, my dear friend We feel, that sky is blue Missiles goes up and nothing can't stop it Far away from beginning on headwaters of truth dark cloud of meaning can't give a rest to you So gently put the violence of numb To ribbon of your unused things Laying on the green grass on soft orbed hill your last dream bill (x4) my friend.
So you can make loud nothing from nothing exchange dark long hair to a handful of might thing Brew warm infusion of cherished dream threads and fill all shapes gray from five-dimensional spaces
Make a thin shadow from universe shining reflect all my pleas to a garbage collector Attack from dark holes, build purposeful straight vector and wait for a peace and for love and for a rainbow
Use a big sword to slice up my earlobe Put fat black point in a surface of square globe Copy my feelings to audiotape stripes Why you can`t stop killing me now?