StrommoussHeld Faust's Dream (in The Theatre Of Dejavous)
I can not sleep in my flying bed Hallucinations come by dreams I fear my solitude subconscious- -the place where is a desert of mine Everywhere are plots hidden in my own mind Hallucinations come by dreams We'll drink our sweet poison To fly away - to the desert of ours I am the evil (one) who always denies Because what was born here Only worthy is to die And better to born nothing in this world I am the evil (one) who always wants wrong But only good deeds are made through my wounds Following me is the following dreams Welcome to my theatre of dejavous Sleeping in the fragile golden wings I perceive the world of imagination I'm looking for the way to my virtual world of dreams ...a morning of my waking is coming, but it must be a strange feeling, when my blood is colouring the snow white snow... All furious thoughts, all pleasant sounds All fallen flights and small boundaries This is my microcosmos, my Home Sweet Home...
