Dream through the night,
lifting off your soul the heavy weight
of the bitter memories
that taste like long-fogotten miseries.
Are you listening to me?
I´m only doing this for thee.
Dream of the bright stars,
little pieces of pure light
caught inside of tiny jars.
Don´t fear the long night.
Please, don´t be afraid of the night.
Instead, dream with all your heart,
untill the pain has no more choice than depart.
Dream, beloved child,
with no more fear of being exiled,