Dreams, in the name of yesterday,
with time, they fly the wings of my hopes.
Drowning in the sweetness of my eternal joys,
the clouds walk a tightrope, with the sky for the ground.

Singular songs rhyme forever in my head,
no more running from the shadows of tomorrow.
Nooks and corners of a life happily lived,
the jokes' on the people who wash it all away in tears.