Across the fire and through the ice
I came to see blue sky in your eyes
The day’s already dead
The night is sinister and silent
I’ve got a freedom without relief
I found God in whom no one believes
Maybe in your eyes
I’ll find the only asylum
Oh, my love…
I’ll tell you a story ‘bout funny man
Who tore himself away from his land
He could heal by word and by hand
Those hearts, surrounded with fear…
He dreamed that everyone is happy, no less
He was betrayed by those, whom he’d blessed
Cry for him, but try to guess
If he regrets the pain he feels
Babe… oh, my love, that’s me…
So many those, who crawl
So few who can fly… but
Is out there anyone who needs a reply?
Just anyone who needs a reply?..
We still believe in the happy end
But it so hard sometimes not to pretend
The stage is full of funny roles,
Remote control’s behind the curtain…
Sometimes I see eternal light in the air
But while my soul cries, my mind doesn’t care
I wonder: isn’t it the fate that you share?
The answer still remains uncertain
Babe…oh, my love…
So many people can see
Why do they act like the blind?
Is out there anyone who needs a reply?
Just anyone who needs a reply?
Babe… oh, my love, that’s me.