Brothers of love, daughters of desire
The night rain sings to you about it
From above always somebody is pointing
What you dream about is in your hands
The love is swaying on the waves and it has a few names
Sometimes stupid sometimes wise casts a shadow on the earth
Love flies with wind when it comes from dreams
Who will catch it can fly with them as well
Can fly with them as well
Mothers of pride, masters of sin
The morning frost is healing you
Nobody will stop you from flying
You have in your hands not only what you´ll reach