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 A 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