月亮高高掛

Sophie Zelmani

Seasons, my friend.
Colour me so we can blend.
Forbid me to go,
I know so little about the wind when it blows.

Dreamer, dreamer.
I'm walking out of your dream.

Take me off the parade,
and place me somewhere in your sense of shades.
Your night shuts my door,
and I will not dream anymore.

See if I can pass by that waiting hand,
if I can pass by that wandering man.
If I can leave to get home,
see that it all make sense pretty soon.

Dreamer, dreamer.
I'm walking out while you go on.
Dreamer... Dreamer...

Dreamer, dreamer,
I'll be where I belong.
Dreamer... Dreamer...