The sky is innocently blue,
like eyes when the children are small.
That raindrops fall like the tears do,
is not the fault of the stars.
Darling, I know how it feels,
when bridges to safety are burned.
Although time has chased us into a corner,
the sky is so innocently blue.
When we grew up, life was thriving,
we were the hope of eternity.
It was completely clear that our
future were to be,
untouchably free.
Summers swept past,
the soil warmed our feet where we ran
The ryes were swaying, and the grass was growing green.
All of life was so nice.
The sky is innocently blue,
like eyes when the children are small.
That raindrops fall like the tears do,
that is not the fault of the stars.
Darling, I know how it feels,
when bridges to safety are burned.
Although time has chased us into a corner,
the sky is so innocently blue.
Freezing on a beach,
we flew kites as
the time washed ashore.
We were children that no evil could reach
the sky was so blue.
Now the clouds take ground.
I was blinded by that the sun shone so bright.
But my eyes will forever smile at you.
What more can be asked of me?
The sky is innocently blue,
the deepest of oceans is, too.
That raindrops fall like the tears do,
that is not the fault of the stars.
Darling, I know how it feels,
when bridges to safety are burned.
Although time has chased us into a corner,
the sky is so innocently blue.