When the soil stops to feed our fall?
It´s so fine in its winter coat, frozen
When the light stops to give us new hope?
Can we make it without hope?
A young pair holding hands
holding hands and they have
pure trust for each other
for the promise they´ve made
The first steps of a child
the sweet scent of spring
a strong faith for the goodness of man
power of will
Still, broken and helpless she lies
on a journey all without a guide, no strength
She´s beyond all that what can be seen
I can still take her palm and sing
Sing while she sleeps
sing that old song she knows
which for long
for long has been left unsung
A young pair holding hands
holding hands and they have
pure trust for each other
for the promise they´ve made
The first steps of a child
the sweet scent of spring
a strong faith for the goodness of man
power of will