While we’re inside a dream, Everything feels like the truth. Everyone in the world has their own view, But in reality, it’s just a point of view. It fades into quiet oblivion, Pressing down with inner tension. You’re born — and already you owe someone, As if your path was set long ago. I’ll walk along the edge of a knife, But I’ll still find her — My dream. I’ll read all the sacred scriptures, But I’ll still find her — My dream. Now I’m playing only my own game, And I’ll find her — My dream. I’ve learned the most important lesson: Stop waiting for your call. The meaning of life is to connect with yourself — It seems so simple, But the whole world spins my head around. I want to forget, to forget, To let all someone else’s dreams remain unfulfilled, Not to repeat another’s fate, But to create my own game. I’ll walk along the edge of a knife, But I’ll still find her — My dream. I’ll read all the sacred scriptures, But I’ll still find her — My dream. Now I’m playing only my own game, And I’ll find her — My dream. I’ll walk along the edge of a knife, But still I’ll Find My dream. I’ll read all the sacred Scriptures, But still I’ll Find My dream. Now I’m playing only my own game, And I’ll find her — My dream.
