Somewhere under the sky I know a golden town.
Its gates are made of crystal stone, a star light shines around.
The town has got a garden, where herbs and flowers grow.
Some animals are marvellous, among the grass they roam.
The one’s a lion whose mane is made of fire,
Its friend’s a bullock with soft azure eyes.
Eagle of golden feathers from the heavens
Watches from the height with its bright caring stare.
Somewhere in the sky a star is sending shine.
My angel, it is just for you, because it’s so bright.
The one who loves is loved. Who bears the light is saint,
So let the star show you one day the garden’s crystal gates.
You’ll meet the lion whose mane is made of fire,
You’ll see the bullock with its splendid eyes.
Eagle of golden feathers from the heavens,
Will be greeting from the height with its great stare.