Переделка арии Понтия Пилата "Pilate's dream" из рок-оперы Jesus Christ The Superstar.
I dreamed
He somehow crossed the Girdle -
A wounded mortal man.
He had that look you very rarely find -
The haunting hunted kind.
He faced us audatious and boldly
And took my love away.
It was a shock.
I had to save my love
But I was too late.
And then I saw a wild and angry werewolf came.
He seemed to hate this man.
They fell on him and then
They disappeared again.
Then I saw thousands of millions
Crying for this man.
And then I“ve heard them mentioning my name
And leaving me the blame.