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The Girl I Dream About
When I’m not dreaming about her,
I can’t keep my eyes closed,
Neither can I stay asleep.
She’s lying beside me in bed,
I’m not dreaming in loneliness.
She presses her lips against mine,
And I feel the kisses of a bonny princess.
She appears and ends my nightmare.
When I’m awake without her love,
I’m nothing but a pauper.
She tells me that she loves me in a dream,
And I’m the richest merchant alive.
I never want to wake up,
For she’ll disappear when the dream ends,
And my incessant sadness will return.
I open my eyes and she’s still lying beside me.
Wait a minute, this can’t be happening.
I must be still sleeping and dreaming that I’m awake.
I pinch myself and I’m actually awake,
But my imagination is still running wild.
I feel as though I’m trapped in a dream.
The girl I dream about bewitches my heart,
But I don’t want to stop dreaming about her.
I’ve never had a dream of love that came true,
But my dream about her feels so real.
I don’t care what anybody thinks,
I’ll never exchange her for another girl.
I get satisfaction from fantasizing about her.
Even though she exists only in dreamland,
She’s close enough to reality for me.
I can’t keep my eyes closed,
Neither can I stay asleep.
She’s lying beside me in bed,
I’m not dreaming in loneliness.
She presses her lips against mine,
And I feel the kisses of a bonny princess.
She appears and ends my nightmare.
When I’m awake without her love,
I’m nothing but a pauper.
She tells me that she loves me in a dream,
And I’m the richest merchant alive.
I never want to wake up,
For she’ll disappear when the dream ends,
And my incessant sadness will return.
I open my eyes and she’s still lying beside me.
Wait a minute, this can’t be happening.
I must be still sleeping and dreaming that I’m awake.
I pinch myself and I’m actually awake,
But my imagination is still running wild.
I feel as though I’m trapped in a dream.
The girl I dream about bewitches my heart,
But I don’t want to stop dreaming about her.
I’ve never had a dream of love that came true,
But my dream about her feels so real.
I don’t care what anybody thinks,
I’ll never exchange her for another girl.
I get satisfaction from fantasizing about her.
Even though she exists only in dreamland,
She’s close enough to reality for me.
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