Faust`s Dream (In The Theatre Of Dejavou

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