Lost inside my world of words
In the night I speak your name
Faded sunrise hears my calls
But the winter’s still the same
For you are as unreal
As a gently mist-clad moon
As a memory of a dream
As a black unicorn When I think I hold your hand
I am holding but a dream
You are still as distant as
The Irish myth unseen
For you are as unreal
As a gently mist-clad moon
As a memory of a dream
As a black unicorn When I slumber into this
Morphea – land of dreams
You will greet me with a kiss
I’ll shed some happy tears
For in dreams you are as real
As the moonlights chilly gaze
And the black unicorn
Carries us away W snach można znaleźć spełnienie marzeń i ukojenie tęsknoty. Tekst i muzyka: Barbara Karlik. | 
