Agnus Dei did not know
What a cold Jordan now
And the tear fell and became light for me
And day came out and crestfallen of my songs
About love
You brought it in your hands
At one rest, at other fear
And whose voice is weeping then laughing at night?
That wind in the window beats
And you fall asleep, my love
How? I have a home inside, but I'm not at home
Who is my King? Who is the hero of my day?
The one speak of
The one about whom there is no speak
But he is
Our horses want to drink
Our eyes want to sleep
All in a dream, and I to love
Without love I will not fall asleep
I'll count seven evenings
Between what I said and what you heard
And I saw sky on the ceiling again
Flew your ship on my rocks
How? I have a home inside, but I'm not at home
Who is my King? Who is the hero of my day?
The one speak of
The one about whom there is no speak
But he is
But he is