When you realize

That what you believed in due to your levity

Was only illusion,

Illusion or sham

And being more exact

Utopia of that unfeasible

And unreal Happiness,

That had been prepared

By the fate

And which you had destroyed,

Having believed that

You were the master

Of the world,

Master of eternal life,

And that you could control destiny

But you didn't believe


That it was only a dream

And that all dreams

Sometimes came to an end.


This is the last day

Of real existence.

The Sun is shining differently,

Something playful, seducing, and

Attractive is felt

In this world, in this

Indescribable beauty of nature.

This is just sunlight

That is slightly hidden

By a cloud.


Creation entrancing me...

Who are you?

An unknown genius creator

Who was able to create

This world, this wood

This field, this rain.


Oh, My God, this is rain.

Warm summer rain,

My last summer rain.

My tears of deep sorrow,

Tears of revelation,

Tears of bitterness.


I'll never see it again.

How could I be so mistaken,

How could I believe in unreal,

Attractive, but deceptive.


The last summer rain, so tender,

So warm like the most secret dreams

Which you are going through the last time


The time has come,

Time of retribution,

Time of this unknown,

Which seemed so attractive

And turned out to be

So deceptive.

Time of a dream,

And eternal sleep.