Trip to America

This night, when the sky will be veiled by darkness, which will 

swallow

Earth, I''ll come to you not in person but in a dream when I''m free 

as a bird.

I''ll come to see you, to please my heart regardless of the fact that

my heart doesn''t matter to you anymore, because it loves you 

like it did when it still believed in your love. This night, when the 

world slips into peaceful sleep, when the stars come out to 

replace the sun, I''ll come to you to please my eyes, which still 

yearn to see you. Put your arms around me, kiss me in your 

dream, and deceive my heart again, as you did before. Kiss my 

eyes to make them believe you''re the one who you pretended to 

be. The world without you is called loneliness, and loneliness is 

soul pain, yearning for you. If just once I could visit you in a 

dream, to awaken your sleeping heart, to rekindle the fire that 

used to burn in it, I would be lonely no more.