A Dream

I regret to tell you my Queen

I regret to tell you my Queen

I can not explain this sad dream

I can not explain this sad dream

Through coming night on the desert passage

Vestiges and masquerade

By serpentine and confetti rubbish

I've reached the feast too late

Now there is in front of me

A smart and mottled crowd

A small wrapped truck that I can see

And many people around

Butchers in red hoods on the truck

Are playing with little dolls

Toys of the doom and bad luck

They are a boy and a girl

Evil torturers are tossing up both

After they take them again

The rabble is happy to see it because

They like any terrible game

Orchestra music just cut as a knife

On harmony with the same

I understand now they are still alive

Enough for to be in pain

Punishers delayed just a bit

Mistaking to drop down a doll

To fall on the ground to my feet

I decide to bend to touch it

Now I understand what is going on

And I feel I do grow down

Yes I'm turning up to a little doll

And my skin is wizen and brown

What I feel on squirming in butcher's hand

Excluding vexation and pain

I can see the sky and the dancing land

At the mercy of this mad day

I regret to tell you my Queen

I regret to tell you my Queen

I can not explain this sad dream

I can not explain this sad dream