Through my unfettered minds
All the memories are confused
I can’t believe what is before my eyes
Through my unconscious, I wander
‘Till find you, and quickly
One mist arises, and now all is dark!
How do I know what is real or fantasy?
Why does my mind can’t control my heart?
In the innocence of my sweet smile is kept my anguish
I know the pain from the moment I was born
Whispers are brought by the soul all the night
They materialize in the same human form
How do I know what is real or fantasy?
Why does my mind can’t control my heart?
How do I know what is real or fantasy?
Why does my mind can’t control my heart?
Whisper: Good night my pretty child
I'm sure that you can hear me
You will be the only love
That he finds in this whole existence
Good night my pretty child
I'm sure that you can hear me
He is a balm for your deepest wounds
Calls coming in form of whispers!
