That's the kind of dream...

Raija, you come from the supreme world

Where hearts and souls are freezing and cold

You're living in the land of the God of the Moon,

Where night and day are unbreakable one.

The black vastness of nothingness, blessing the shame

Raija, the bloody sun sets behind your name.

Coldest feelings are frozen in your darkened soul

Untill you're sure you're the one and the sole

I think there is a piece of a glass in your eye

So cry, dearest Raija, cry, black-haired, cry!

You are denying - My heart is loving, you say

But still you see that your eyes are gray

That's the kind of dream you have never seen

That's the kind of human you have never been

Untill the curtain is fallen there is nothing to see

Raija, so why are you looking for unseen to agree?