When I don´t believe in my dreams anymore
Or that I lived those of the others
When less often my fist rises
That I am no longer one of you
And when ich forget what I think
They give me faith again
So I hear, I hear
I hear the voice of the wise
And I sing
I sing with them
No more fighting
No more killing
No more fighting
No more killing
When the love is not more
Than a task
Or when my gaze turns away
When I prefer not knowing
Or that my soul becomes deaf
And when I forget what I got to do
They show me the way again
So I hear, I hear
I hear the voice of the wise
And I sing
I sing with them
No more fighting
No more killing
No more fighting
No more killing
When I don´t believe in my dreams anymore
Or that I lived those of the others
When less often my fist rises
That I am no longer one of you
So I hear, I hear
I hear the voice of the wise
And I sing
I sing with them