40 jaar n.P. Pé Hawinkels 1942-1977, Nijmeegs schrijver, dichter, vertaler

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Psychosomatic Dream (Another dream)

I went with my loved one to the sea,
to watch the rising sun.
The surf at my toes kept telling me
that life is just another dream,
so weird because it's real.

She told me she thought about the time
our love would be all gone,
she told me that she could not rhyme
that life is just another dream,
so weird because it's real.

The shellfish were lying on the beach,
the waves they made their bed,
the gulls up above me gave a screech,
that life is just another dream,
so seird because it's real.

I'm not alive as I would be,
my life is a living death,
but I am the closest I can be,
for life is just another dream,
so weird because it's real.

She said she would never let me free,
be with me till the end,
my thoughts were always haunting me
with - life is just another dream,
so weird because it's real.

I drove with my Mustang to the sea,
and wept for my true love's death,
the waves in her curls were signings me
that life is just another dream,
so weird because it's real.

I mourned for my loved one by the sea,
not knowing what I had done.
Het broken eyes agreed with me
that life is just another dream,
so weird because it's real.

I went for my loved one to the sea
and watched the setting sun.
The tears in my eyes kept telling me
that life is just another dream,
so weird because it's real.