In my banished memories
Part of that deceptive love still lives
Only your victory matters to you
In this individual journey
My constant crying
Doesn’t exist any more
It has dried

Hate blinded me
My feeling have dried
With your illusion eyes

Help yourself with my dreams
Take off my heart with your own hands
Help yourself with my dreams
This a sad theater of illusions
Help yourself with my dreams
Nothing else is real
The tears have a price

The words said were beautiful
And also false
After all words in the wind
Promises in vain
One dream, one love
Few things for you
Just a little to feed
Your individual dream