Every night the man rises his imaginary stage
In his theatre he becomes actor, spectator of himself
Every night the man rises his imaginary stage
The man is dreaming.
I dream to float on my life's surface
I am the stranger who looks inside.
I am not the material body,
Constructed by the seven elements.
I am not the five senses, the hearing, the taste, the olfaction,
The touch, the sight.
And i am not the sound, the savour, the smell, the matter, the seeing.
And i am not the five knowledge elements, the speaking,
The movement, the feeling.
I am not the five vital breaths
Nether i am the thinking mind
And i am not the memory,
Concerning the residual impressions of objects.
I am a dreamer, who hates illusions
And this produces the vicious rage i'm not able to refuse.
I lost myself in darkness.
In the obscurity i find myself again
I annihilated myself and now i get
Conscience of my power
I burn out and i reborn
I desire and my unconscious satisfies me.
I dream to float on my life's surface
I am the stranger who looks inside…
I am a dreamer, who hates illusions.
