I dream of dogs, I dream of beasts.
I dream that creatures with eyes like lamps
Clutched onto my wings at the edge of the sky
And I crashed down absurdly, like a fallen angel.
I don't remember falling, I remember only
A dull thud against the cold rocks.
Could I really have flown up so high
And fallen so brutally, like a fallen angel.
Straight down.
There, from whence we left in hope of a new life.
Straight down.
There, from whence we greedily looked upon the blue heights.
Straight down.
I tried to be fair and kind
And it did not seem to me frightening, nor strange,
That down on the ground are gathering crowds
Come to watch how the angel falls.
And into open mouths the wind sweeps
Either white snow, or sweet manna,
Or just feathers, flying after
The one who was torn down, like a fallen angel.
Chorus. (x2)