When the day comes,
The war will be over.
There, I lost myself,
Saw it all ther way to the bottom.
Hold me, hold me, hold me
So tenderly and never let go.
Hold me, hold me, hold me,
Let your spring come.
And here my soul is disarming itself.
Does it, after all,
Want warm words, too?
Hold me, hold me, hold me
So tenderly and never let go.
Hold me, hold me, hold me,
Let your spring come.
Hold me, hold me, hold me
And never let me go like this any more.
Hold me, hold me, hold me,
Let your spring come.