tears falling down on my pillow
create the rain in my dream
you are alive, next to me
the train station is empty,
a rainbow appears on the horizon while
butterflies rest in your hair, and
raindrops shine through your eyes
you tell me: "everything will be alright, snail"
but I know how hard life is, so I cry on your shoulder
trembling as I smell herbs and olives on your shirt
suddenly your sweet voice is heard again:
"It's time for me to leave now"
but you've just arrived...
I want to go with you
but you squeeze my hand with affection
and say my nickname again, the last time
little snail
then you take a kaleidoscope out of your mind and hand it to me
looking through it I see our souls
yours colorful, mine dark
I watch our few colorful moments together
when I look up, crying, you've disappeared, but
a train is leaving the station
going to the stars
I want to say goodbye, but
it's too late
