No need to go into the details about engines,
but every engine has its own tune and I know it.
I will play it forever in the wind
for my wretched homeland, from south to north.
I alone know how lonely a man can feel
as I fly over the wounds of cities
and I say goodbye as to a great love
and I alone know how lonely a man can feel.
Beyond the clouds, beyond the clouds,
or maybe a minute further, if possible
with the Earth under my feet
looking darker and blacker from here
but some day the day will return.
And so life flies under the wings
and another night goes by above this war
and above the houses of people, who are all equal
in the big orphanage that is Earth.
I alone know what use is a man
as I rub salt into the wounds of cities
and I say goodbye as to a great love
and only God knows what use is a man.
Beyond the clouds, beyond the clouds,
or maybe a minute further, if possible
with the Earth under my feet
looking darker and blacker from here
but some day the day will return.