When I shall end my days on this earth
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
The soul, denies its divine heritage in life

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go away, the silent world of shadows is coming
And if the roads are blocked and barbed wire rampant everywhere
Hold fast to dreams

Dreams are the mystics messengers of freedom
That come within our heart and call us in secret
A soul rose on this earth and walked its chosen path
To fill her hands with morning songs