Interrupted Morning Dream

A morning dream interrupted,
Like a razor to the veins,
And I'm still just as in love,
But surrounded by iron walls...
Blood races through my veins
And pounds right in my temples:
The winner will receive Love,
But soon she'll die of longing.

All our trophies in photo albums
Where our eyes and smiles are stored,
We never wished each other harm,
And all that happened was just a mistake,
But not a second can be brought back,
The fire in our eyes is fading,
We no longer believe in love
And fear is moving into our souls...
I'm sinking lower and lower
No friends, no lovers left,
And my end is getting closer,
It will come unnoticed, suddenly,

Like cheap booze in dirty glasses
At the neighbor's with a "slipped" mind...
But maybe I can still try, start all over,
Maybe someone will understand, someone will hear...
But there will be no miracle, as we never expected,
There will only be rain, and it will wash everything away —
And there will be a chance to start everything anew,
But our blood boils in our veins,
Still rushing through our vessels,
Knocking in our temples,
Appealing again to our gods,
As if trying to break these walls,
And new dirt sticks to our hands
And we can no longer be saved...