I'm going into this world,
I'm walking on the pain,
I'm going into this old black dream;
All the things and all the thoughts,
Everything is pressing in my head
And I'm dreaming a new world
Without the war...

I'm going into this world,
I'm walking on the blood,
I'm going into this old black dream;
All the time and all the space,
Everything is pressing in my head
And I'm dreaming a new world
Without the war...

WAR AND DEATH,
WAR AND DEATH,
AND OUR DREAMS ARE PAPER-SHEETS,
...AND OUR DREAMS ARE DREAMS.

The Big Man now is here,
And you are very good,
But your face is a fat dust-pan;
Powerful man, oh powerful man,
Maybe I am an old child,
Because I need my rainbow and my sky!