In this round dance of the souls
Who turns around is lost and stays here.
I know it, for a certain friend
I also turned around
And to reach you I had to run
But the more I look around, the more I see that
There is the world which goes on even if
If you are not here any more,
If you are not here any more.
And tell me why
In this round dance of the souls there is not, no
Place to throw off from ourselves
Somethings what has been told to us
And something what now is known.
And you know that there is
There is that there is
That I will take a train
Which goes to a Paradise city.
And I am saying “bye” to you all and jumping in it,
I will take a train and will not think of it any more.
A journey makes sense only without return,
If it is not in flight,
Without stops and borders,
Only horizons and not very far.
I will take my place
And you will sit next to me,
You will tell me: “Destination is Paradise”.
There is that there is
That I will take a train
Which goes to a Paradise city.
I will take my place
And you will sit next to me,
You will tell me: “ Destination is Paradise”.
Destination is Paradise...