Оригинален текст
The hour of souls is the night by your side
the whisper of angels, your breath
I sleep behind the moon
with your slender hand in mine
The ceiling is gone
above me spins the spiral s haft
spinning round and round
above me spins the spiral s haft
The first day of spring is the light in your eyes
the core of the fire, your voice
I walk on the surface of the sun
with your slender hand in mine
The ceiling is gone
above me spins the spiral s haft
spinning round and round
above me spins the spiral s haft