O Flora, of the moon, of the dream
Over time, countless have visited this dream
The graves here stand in their memory
It all seems so long ago now
Now shut your eyes
I can't remember, not a thing, only, I feel
Dawn will soon break, this night and this dream will end
And let this dream, his captor, foretell a pleasant awakening
Now shut your eyes
Memory
And let this dream, his captor, foretell a pleasant awakening
Now shut your eyes