Dulces Sueños

Nothing clean to play,
no objectives to fulfill;
your illusions will die...
gray days until the end
and in your eyes a light goes out.
Sad eyes looking at the maps.

Nowhere to go,
none to return to.
Nothing to make you laugh,
nothing to make you cry.
The love of old novels
whispers a wish to the stars.
Take my hand and sleep next to me;
if you don't mind, I'll stay here
until the end.

Without looking at each other, without speaking,
we will see the sun rise;
sweet drugs will tell us
that there is a sea nearby.
And in your eyes, life trembles again
in a consumed candle.
And in the silence, I hear you beating;
there is always a dawn to wake up to.

Take my hand and sleep next to me;
if you don't mind, I'll stay here.
Sweet dreams.
Hidden from the night
and the black horrors