From the wind, the air will recede.
From the meadows, the grass will disappear.
From your face, love—
from the dawn, what a glow—
if from this earth, I will not depart.
From the sea, the waves will part.
From the sun, the gold will disappear.
From me, far away will you be—
from the sky, the day fades—
if from this earth, I will not depart.
Slow-flowing waters will trickle away
by the time this hour slips away.
From me, far away will you be—
from the sky, the day fades—
if from this earth, I will not depart.
Then I will search
for an earth that
gives me a new, great love,
another heaven
for my heart.
From the wind, the air will recede.
From the meadows, the grass will disappear.
From your face, love—
from the dawn, what a glow—
if from this earth, I will not depart.
Then I will search
for an earth that
gives me a new, great love,
another heaven
for my heart.
From the wind, the air will recede!
From the sea, the waves will part!