There's no use of a moonlight glow,
or the peaks where winter snows.
What's the use of the waves
that will break in the cool of the evening?
What is the evening, without you, 
Its nothing.

It may be you will never come.
If you never come to me,
what's the use of my wonderful dreams
and why would they need me?
Where would they lead me, without you,
To nowhere

Whats the use of my wonderful dreams
and why would they need me?
Where would they lead me, without you,
To nowhere, just nowhere.