You don't know how to walk on water
You dont know how to do miracles,
When you are hurt - you cry
When you are ashamed - you lower your eyes
But in your fingers is my loneliness
It burns, and turns to smoke
And all that you can, and all that you know,
is how to make my heart big
Make my heart big
Make my heart big
You are not asking anything in return
and what can i give you?
You insist that material things are only needed by those
who do not know how to loose them
When I considered myself healthy and strong
You knew that I was sick
You entered my chest, and broke all my ribs
To make my heart big.
To make my heart big
To make my heart big