Do you listen to the singing voices ?
Of those who dip their feet in nectar.
And fill everything with their beauty
Do you understand the sermon of the winged ?
They are those who tell of their feats,
And give a new wisdom to men.
In the night, in visions at night
I become one of them
Do you understand the songs they intone?
They are those who heal our wounds
And give a new sign to our lives.
In the night, in visions at night
I become one of them
Closed and narrow,
Our mind cannot
Understand their essence.
Closed and narrow
Our vision is blinded.
The winged beings stood up in front of me,
They could feel our pain,
They realized we got the wrong way.
The winged beings stood up in front of me,
They opened their arms and bowed their heads,
Looking deep inside ourselves
In the night, in visions at night
I become one of them
In the night, in visions at night
I've got a new life...
Closed and narrow,
Our mind cannot
Understand their essence.
Closed and narrow
Our vision is blinded.
Flying so high,
Floating so far away
Separated from my body
Flying so high,
Floating so far away
Over endless walls.
Flying so high,
Over endless walls.
Closed and narrow
Our mind cannot
Understand their essence.
Closed and narrow
Our vision is blinded.
Flying so high, over endless walls,
Floating so far away, separated from my body.
I can cover my eyes with my hands,
And see with more clarity than before.
They realized we got the wrong way.
Looking deep inside ourselves.
A new star appeared in heaven
And a new song was written with it.
A new star shines so far
With every new birth of our spirit.
They realized we got the wrong way.
Looking deep inside ourselves.
Our past is written on our pale skins,
And it's the sermon that makes sense to the memory.
I'd like to return home and tell of what i've lived,
But there is no way back to the land of the winged beings.
