It’s a gift to give love,
It’s a gift to receive love,
A shame to force one to dream
of you,
A crime to force one to love
you.

Dare to dream and fly away,
Feeling like a bird in any way,
Starring at shiny, pink lullaby clouds,
getting snappy,
Wetting your pillow with tears
while being happy.

Share your dreams, that’s the life,
Ignore the sad, blood drinking knife,
Which stabbed you while dreaming
of someone you love,
Feel free to tell that someone
that it’s your dove.

All you need is courage, daring,
Much passion for your darling,
These words are a requiem for a dream
to come true,
Fight with all your fury and passion:
you can cross the love’s rue.