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!