See you tomorrow

I'm going to close my eyes quietly,
I'm going to grope into sleep,
at this moment hatred does not work,
the will suspends its heartbeat,
and I feel far away, so small,
that I do not ask for anything, in order to share just.

This universe that we have achieved
for the bad and sometimes for the good.
Why the dream world is not the same?
That this world of death with full hands?
My nightmare is always optimism.

I fall asleep weak, I dream that I am strong,
But the future awaits and is an abyss
Please... don't tell me when I wake up.