Sr. Sono

Play the trumpets
Following the dance of sleep
If it's meant to be
It will be
At the moment of spasm
At the moment of spasm

Because looking at the ceiling is boring
I feel a bit awake
Maybe not so clever
So I follow Mr. Sleep

Because looking at the ceiling is boring
I feel a bit awake
Maybe not so clever
So I follow Mr. Sleep

It's exactly the dead hours
My thoughts want war
I only hear the rooster pecking while crowing

Mr. Sleep come and get me
I'm paralyzed on earth
Whenever I try to sleep
Insomnia comes to test me

Because looking at the ceiling is boring
I feel a bit awake
Maybe not so clever
So I follow Mr. Sleep

Because looking at the ceiling is boring
I feel a bit awake
Maybe not so clever
So I follow Mr. Sleep