O seller of dreams, will you sell me a dream for tomorrow? And you buy illusions from me Do you have a dream that brings back life to me, a dream that brings back lost days, a dream that heals me from pain, and a dream that brings back to me what was? Please do not sell me illusions, you seller of dreams. Do you have a dream that breaks the heavy chain on the wrist of the soul, heals wounds and wipes away the tears of oppression, the injustice of eternity? Oh seller of dreams, may I have a handful of hope to restore my life? Sorry. O seller of illusions I have come to you with an important question that has been keeping me awake at night, even in my sleep. I had some dreams with you that I wove with my own hands to live out the days, but you forgot them, so you sowed pain with them. Didn't your heart feel any longing? Didn't you get the call of moaning with the moon, crying over a life lost in the dust of years? Didn't you hear the cry of my heart, imprisoned behind the bars of the sad night? Oh, from you, seller of illusions.