Cassandra saw the future in her dreams.
In the shadow of a nightmare Cassandra read
the verses from that poem still not written
by the gods who, laughing, wounded her with their curse.
She knew about the hunger and the wars of all time,
of jesters celebrating hate, dancing among bonfires,
of farewells and mineral monsters
drinking insatiable the sweet blood from the planet.

Cassandra saw men and women
sleeping in their bubbles
behind the masks of fear.
But she also saw the light of morning
showing through the wrought-iron gate that no-one ever opened.
She knew some hope still remained,
that other dreams awaited her.
Cassandra talked to everyone about her dreams
but nobody listened to her.

Nobody believed Cassandra and her visions
and people only saw in her omens nonsense and madness.
They sentenced her to wander lost and lonely.
Heresy is showing the truth raw and naked.
Abandoned, after some years she was found by
a boy who was looking for hope and answers.
Cassandra talked with passion about her premonitions
and about the light of dawn shining behind the door.

"I believe in you, Cassandra. You are not crazy."
They kissed and honeysuckles flowered in their mouths.
"Sweet Cassandra, stand-up."
"I've met you before. Perhaps I dreamed about you."
There are those who doubt and believe the legend.
Together they will search for the door.
Sweet tomorrow.
I -don't know if you also do-
believe in Cassandra..

There are those who doubt and believe the legend.
Together they will search for the door.
Sweet tomorrow.
I -don't know if you also do-
believe in Cassandra..