We run after the times
We dream of a spring
Infinite, we laugh
We return to the moment
We no longer truly know
That which holds us back
Too much desire to find the day
We lose ourselves
We follow the course of rivers
Without end
And without ever being able to touch the light
We turn round, we desire
Without ending
We hold onto the moments
We pedal into the wind
Who knows, at the turn
At the cross of paths
At the shadow of yesterdays
I wait
I know well
Too much desire to find the day
We lose ourselves
We follow the course of rivers
Without end
And without ever being able to touch the light
We turn round, we desire
Without ending
We hold onto the moments
We pedal into the wind
Who knows
Who knows
At the crossing of paths
At the shadow of yesterdays
I wait
I know well
I know well
Too much desire to find the day
We lose ourselves
We follow the course of rivers
Without end
And without ever being able to touch the light
We turn round, we desire
Without ending
Too much desire to find the day
We lose ourselves
We follow the course of rivers
Without end
And without ever being able to touch the light
We turn round, we desire
Without ending
Too much desire to find the day
We hope
At the crossing of the paths
At the shadow of yesterdays
I wait
I wait