I promise to return - never, never
When a short autumn burns with pale heavenly fire
When trains huddle together in the night against the cold
And should we happen to wake up, we'll never fall asleep
So give me air, and I'll become your wing
I'll give you the tempest, and the thunderstorm perhaps as well
Your time flows after me like molten glass
My dreams about you are left far below
Below, blizzards will wake, their air light and wild
And the waxwing will sing, like ice-cold water
I promise to return for what we haven't yet sung, my dear, what you won't learn from books
I promise to return to our personal never
This is no autumn drowsiness over an embossed book
These are dreams coming after us, dreams are out on a hunt
For a bear, for our parting, they have tightly strung bows
And a harpoon for a white night and a white whale
Come on, give me air, and i'll become your wing
I'll give you the tempest, and the thunderstorm perhaps as well
Your time flows after me like molten glass
My dreams about you are left far below
And before regaining consciousness, look - fear, like a rat
Jumps from your ship, almost without touching her sides
And you see blue Earth floating past
On the backs of cold, smooth, black whales
This is no autumn drowsiness -
Dreams are out on a hunt
For a bear, for our parting, they have tightly strung bows
And a harpoon for a white night and a white whale
Come on, give me air, and i'll become your wing
I'll give you the tempest, and the thunderstorm perhaps as well
Your time flows after me like molten glass
My dreams about you are left far below, behind my back
And before regaining consciousness, look - fear, like a rat
Jumps from your ship, almost without touching her sides
And you see blue Earth floating, floating past
On the backs of cold, smooth, black whales
And before regaining consciousness
I promise to return