Nightmare کے بول

That dream is so gloomy I donït like it by no means I want to defend myself but I canït Itïs sitting on me like a nightmare. A gloomy corridor, Iïm full of fear Morbid ideas are weighing heavy on me Thousands of candles around - a strange nymbus A figure lying in a black coffin I want to go away from here I donït want to see whoïs lying there A bad foreboding No, there is no escape Iïm walking closer, Iïm worried I recognise that silhouette so well Long hair is killing my doubt Yes, yes it is you Your body is so strangely cold Your eyes donït tell anything at all The lips are screwed up in a strange smile And Iïm only helplesily screaming I want to go away from here I donït want to see whoïs lying there A bad foreboding No, there is no escape At last Iïm waking up - a moment of liberation In the darkness Iïm touching your hand I want to plant a kiss on you But you donït breathe.?