Träume

Dreams that arise at night
And fade away during the day
Are mostly not true
Because they are born
Among the millions
Of our illusions

Dreams are like distant clouds
That others follow
As long as there is life
Tell me, tell me where they drift
Where they will stay
Only the wind knows

The world is like a miracle
Every tree and every field
The world is like a miracle

Dreams that mean nothing to us
Should be seen in time
With different eyes
Because they often guide our thinking
Towards the paths
That we then take