Standing at my window, falling leaves in the air,

looking at some people, on the streets everywhere.

The world seems to be funny, but then my look comes closer.

On the rotten park-bank, an old man sits for a long time,

no one there to talk to, his friend is a bottle of wine.

Does he have no dwelling, brother, sister or child ?

Every night in my sweet dreams appears a glamorous angel,

lying right beside me, holds me warm and tight.

And I wanna stay in this lovely moment forever,

but the next day arises and I open my eyes.

Right next to the church-yard, covered with a big tree,

a boy hits his girl-friend, who tries to break herself free.

Her eyes are filled with hot tears, implored, the girl looks at me.

Every night in my sweet dreams appears a glamorous angel,

lying right beside me, holds me warm and tight.

And I wanna stay in this lovely moment forever,

but the next day arises and I open my eyes.

On the dusty pavement, in the thick of the crowd,

someone draws a pistol, aims at a father and shouts :

Give me all your money, or I´ll kill you without doubt.

Opening the window, cold fresh air in the face,

looking back at my life, to find out there´s no grace.

I spread the arms like an angel and fall with the leaves -

down to another place.

Every night in my sweet dreams appears a glamorous angel,

lying right beside me, holds me warm and tight.

And I wanna stay in this lovely moment forever,

but my sweet old dream fades, and I´ve lost my last fight.