There still is time for dreams

I still hope for a better world

where paradise is lost

I still hope for another breath

I know my life is lost

I dreamt of a foreign land

where everyone's a king

The Mayor holds the town parade

where the broken angels sing

The banker, he's a common fool

whose father is from France

He speaks in revolutionary letters

while asking for some change

The preacher, he's an honest man

through his words, ancients kingdoms fly

He says he met up with some god

he never told a lie

So foolish seems now what I've dreamt

So effortless and cruel

I hope I was an honest man

I hope I was a fool

The world that bore me

will suddenly end

The river that befriended me

will find another friend

My home yard's apples will be picked

by another, stronger man

My former teacher, still so strict

will cry when he reads my name

But now it's not the time for dreams

which pound inside my veins

I hold my breath now as I scream

longing for my mother's hands

And whilst I'm forsaken

and whilst I'll be gone

I'll hope a star will find me

and carry me home