The murky sky is my bed,
Squeezing me, kissing my head.
A zephyr visited and whispered,
“Let your mind rest”, and told me,
“I will guide you for free”.
I feel unscathed and I am protected.
I will close my eyes tonight,
‘Cause tomorrow’s gonna be bright,
The inky sky promised me.
Now, I will lay with my hopes,
Dazzling, charming, like a rose
It’s time for me to say goodnight.