Tekstovi: Suzanne Clachair. Barcarolle. When I Dream.

I could have a mansion that is higher than the trees.
I could have all the gifts I want and never ask please.
I could fly to Paris, oh that's at my beck and call.
Why do I go through life with nothing at all?

But when I dream, I dream of you.
Maybe someday you will come true.
But when I dream, I dream of you.
Maybe someday you will come true.

I can be the singer or the clown in every room.
I can even call someone to take me to the moon.
I can put my makeup on and drive a man insane.
I can go to bed alone and never know his name.

But when I dream, I dream of you.
Maybe someday you will come true.

But when I dream, I dream of you.
Maybe someday you will come true