DREAM IN COLOR

I'm there
Speaking to the shopkeeper
Who doesn't recognize me anymore.

I walk and look around.
Where the tobacco shop used to be
There's a brand new house.

No one remembers me,
Except some old man
And Tony Big Rabbit,
My blood brother.

The house where I was born
Has become a hovel
With a cat, half dead,
Cowering about.

Only the mountains are unchanged;
The mountains, the sun, the moon,
And the eyes of the children.