When the cold of winter comes,

starless night will cover day.



In the vieling of the sun,

we will walk in bitter rain.



(courus)

But in dreams,

I can hear your name.

And in Dreams,

we will meet again.



When the sea and mountains fall,

and we come to end of days.



In the dark I hear a call,

calling me there.



I will go there and back again.