A bad dream of me
I look to the stars above
And ask the sky: "Is he really in love?"
I wait for a long time
And say to myself that love is a crime
I want to fly
But i don't try
I cry more and more tears
And slowly come the fears
I go out
And scream loud
I don't understand
Now I hear an angel-band
I look to the sky
And cry...and cry...and cry
The angels come to me
I can't see
It's so hot
They say a lot
Now I know
And die-slow.