Three cliffs there stand
High above where high winds howl
Surrounding silence
Three birds climb, then turn to fall
Waiting for someday when the ocean and sky
Will cover up the land in deep blue
Renaissance is over and I wonder:
— Should I always be the same once again?
Take my hand and follow
Sweeping trees, the coats of green
Time has no place tomorrow
Feel the good in endless dreams
Waiting for someday when the ocean and sky
Will cover up the land in deep blue
Renaissance is over and I wonder:
— Should I close my eyes and pray?
… always be the same once again?
Now waiting for the day when the ocean and sky
Will cover up the land in deep blue
Renaissance is over and I wonder:
— Should I always be the same once again?