The last breath of the sun brings the wind
Under the golden sunset, under the world's burning roof.
From the River of Memories, an image rises:
Home your distant lost long time somewhere.
Away from loved ones, so suddenly cast by fate,
In the dialect of secrets, a new, unknown voice sounds.
A cloud rises from the River of Remembrance:
Home your distant lost long time somewhere.
Reach out your hands and grab your dream,
It will scatter the evil shadows of fate.
Let the white wings of hope
Back carry you like the wind .
Reach out your hands and grab your dream,
It will scatter the evil shadows of fate.
Let the white wings of hope
Back carry you like the wind .
And then you feel how good it can be,
When your safe dreams are no longer threatened.
From the River of Remembrance, the moon pushes away the fog,
Your house the distant one sails away again somewhere...
Reach out your hands and grab your dream,
It will scatter the shadows of evil fate.
Let the white wings of hope
I will carry you back like the wind.
Reach out your hands and grab the dream,
It will scatter the shadows of evil fate.
Let the white wings of hope< br/>I carry you back like the wind.
The last breath of the sun brings the wind
Yes, reach out and grab the dream...

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