That night that you went with the wind
Under the moon you told me 'I'm sorry'
I don't love you anymore, ours is finished
But the regret kills you
Am I dreaming too much?
Or: Could it be that I'm dreaming too much?
Have you hypnotized me with some rare spell?
Because at night when I try to go to bed
You come to my mind to distract me
Tell me what the hell you've done to me