There's no strength left to rise
and no sense left to be afraid.
We fell right from the sky,
we knew beforehand –
you and I – that this time it will hurt more than usual,
so does it mean enough is enough?
We can learn to live
and forget later altogether
that we do have the wings.
Somewhere high up underneath stars
straight on clouds, we were running,
we were dancing barefoot with winds,
do you remember we were happy then?
Somewhere high up underneath stars
straight on clouds, we were running,
we were dancing barefoot with winds,
do you remember we were happy then?
We flew so high up
that almost reached the Sun,
and now like all people,
we will forget about it, you and I.
Maybe it's worth one more try?
But I’m unable to rise without you,
I’m not afraid, not a bit,
but we have only one set,
one set of wings for us both.