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Brave little soldier, the war began in the morning, in bed ...
in combat with dreams
there are thousands awake men
behind their borders
men with strong fears
fears of strong men
rambling behind the closed eyes
Even if you sleep with one eye opened a certain fear can break a trail
and enter your room quietly and steal your cover quietly -
the only cover prescribed to you
The War is in the dreams - do not think there is no blood,
red and shed
It's in the dream
where the blood is learning to roar and to raise
going to heaven
going to blaze
As a matter of fact
Dreams can anticipate events
and determine the dates of upcoming battles
Listen to me, little brave soldier,
I am a dream and I'm telling you this .
I will appear as a dream
thousand times till you understand
that in the difference I'm telling you always the same
about
the border, where they will send you
about
the planets which will fall into disagreement
about
your friends who could
surrender you to the enemy

All of these things is singing the dream
when the dream happen to be like a melody
or if not - it can take your clear mind and speak with a thick female voice
(for everybody to laugh)
During the war the dreams are the astonishing strategists,
the dreams are impeccable then
A little brave soldier,
on the battlefield of sleep
keep your legs fast and your heart slow
Keep yourself from the eyes of the young white girls
Because they are also dreams,
because they shoot you in the back,
because they have targeted you and not the goal is important -
It's you!
You're important
little tin soldier ...
I am the dream - listen to me