| You see, the waters running down to the sea, |
| you see, the mountains stand mayestic and free, |
| you see, the trees and flowers and the sky, |
| you are asking why you are born for today, born for today. |
| All thing around you it’s not really to be seen, |
| it’s a picture of a great fantastic dream, |
| you feel the winds of change, the sounds of rearange, |
| and in somebody’s screams «ey man, what do you look so strange?» |
| Know it on the way of our poor dependent time, |
| chasing like alarmed you from the worms, keep you blind, |
| search out for the heaven whiled you’re creeping on the ground, |
| playing in a band is only one way, to be found. |
| Do it on the way of our poor dependent time, |
| chasing like alarmed you from the worms, to keep you blind, |
| ??? around you with my greely to be seen, |
| it’s a picture of a great fantastic dream, |
| fantastic dream, |
| fantastic dream, |
| fantastic dream. |