Take your spring
Out of a winter shell.
Let it bring warmth to us.
I wanna drink
Water from a country well
To try and quench my wanderlust...
Take your shoes off,
Our plane will take off
And will fly to Hell or to Heaven.
Now I'm with you
And I feel I always knew
That the city's like a fairy tale
When the clock strikes eleven.
Under the lights
Of living machines and vehicles
Two dissidents were all alone.
Did we consider it
No less than just a miracle?
Why can't this spring,
Why can't this evening be so long?