Silence, strange silence  Poor flowers that you still hold in your hands  The jewels of the meadow of your dreams  Silence, you hear once more  Your hopes are like the footsteps on your wall  But now he comes  Into your room  And he takes  You away  As you are  Like the first  Like the last  Or the deadly one  And he rides you away  To his moon  Makes you forget  The scary tune  Outside, down the streets  You watch them and you hate them for their love  No need for jewels of your dreams  Outside, no need to ask  Who took the treasure running down the hall  He looks like the human sun  Riding on a moon  And while others sleep  And miss the key  He opens up the room  But now he comes  Into your room  And he takes  You away  As you are  Like the first  Like the last  Or the deadly one  And he rides you away  To his moon  Makes you forget  The scary tune  But now he comes...