Every night the man rises his imaginary stage In his theatre he becomes actor, spectator of himself Every night the man rises his imaginary stage The man is dreaming. I dream to float on my life's surface I am the stranger who looks inside. I am not the material body, Constructed by the seven elements. I am not the five senses, the hearing, the taste, the olfaction, The touch, the sight. And i am not the sound, the savour, the smell, the matter, the seeing. And i am not the five knowledge elements, the speaking, The movement, the feeling. I am not the five vital breaths Nether i am the thinking mind And i am not the memory, Concerning the residual impressions of objects. I am a dreamer, who hates illusions And this produces the vicious rage i'm not able to refuse. I lost myself in darkness. In the obscurity i find myself again I annihilated myself and now i get Conscience of my power I burn out and i reborn I desire and my unconscious satisfies me. I dream to float on my life's surface I am the stranger who looks inside… I am a dreamer, who hates illusions.