Doralice

The dreadful morning'echoes die out... chasing the mist into infinity; Doralice, you dream up the wildest things in the same wrong way! Doralice, dreamers hide secrets without discretion; dreamers use only their imagination: they overlook the promise for the future so near... they refuse to understand that their own fear leads to regrets, or to defeats! Through the hours of your fantasy-nights, you wander in strange fairy-lands... only existing in your dreamy mind; the morning after you shiver with cold! Doralice, no handsome,tall prince will quickly pop out of that dream...you dreamed! Doralice, no magic word will create a lovely wonder-land! Doralice, dreamers burn up their precious lives; Doralice, lovers can have both love and dreams!