1.I woke up at midnight
  Despite dread I opened my eyes
  Despite fear I raised my head
  I couldn’t escape although I wanted
  I saw a figure against the backward of the window
  She was carrying something sharp in its right hand
  The light aureole was around its head
  And its armour had metallic glitter

Chorus:
  What’s that? Who’s that?
  A dream or a real?
  Is it my sick imagination?

2. My heart had a twinge of fear
    I was really muddle – headed
    I tried to escape but I was paralysed
    And the gruesome hand was approaching
    I wanted to cry but words stuck in my throat
    How to free myself of such a snarl
    Suddenly the light dispersed the shadows
    That’s not a horror but pangs of remorse

Chorus:
     What’s that? Who’s that?
     A dream or a real?
     Is it my sick imagination?