Already the day was on the wane everywhere here
And I'm waiting all alone in the arms of a pure black night
I'm hearing it
I'm seeing it
One day the tropic will come
I know that
I'm all alone in the arms of the pure black night
Some suns are rising somewhere far away
I'm seeing it
The tropic
I'm the branch of a bone-dry tree all alone
Some things are taking roots somewhere far away
I know that
The tropic
There's neither a single sound nor a single breath on my chapped lips
Ballads are being sung somewhere far away
I'm hearing it
The tropic
I'm all alone in the arms of the pure black night
Some suns are rising somewhere far away
I'm seeing it
The tropic
I'm the branch of a bone-dry tree all alone
Some things are taking roots somewhere far away
I know that
The tropic
There's neither a single sound nor a single breath on my chapped lips
Ballads are being sung somewhere far away
I'm hearing it
The tropic
I'm hearing it
I know that
I'm seeing it
The tropic
When the day comes back around, then the tropic...
I know that the tropic will come one day