If I feel in me no rest,
bitterness washed my dark heart
I'm just waiting for the next day
me awake
when darkness obscures the clear view
no sense longing satisfies
I cry myself to bring about a dream
who never met
and you call in the night
and implore you to make wonderful
to live a better world
but there will be no other
when comes the flood - about me
when comes the flood - that touched me
when comes the flood - which takes me away
live in another big - somewhere
all the time, so quickly passes by
any trace of me like dust fly away
infinitely far driven by an invisible hand
are there on the cold firnament
not even the star that burns only for me
a dull glow, like a fire in the night
that never fades
and you look on to the sky
curse on the stubborn running time
doing a world of sham and glow
but it will be no other
when comes the flood ...
bitterness washed my dark heart
I'm just waiting for the next day
me awake
when darkness obscures the clear view
no sense longing satisfies
I cry myself to bring about a dream
who never met
and you call in the night
and implore you to make wonderful
to live a better world
but there will be no other
when comes the flood - about me
when comes the flood - that touched me
when comes the flood - which takes me away
live in another big - somewhere
all the time, so quickly passes by
any trace of me like dust fly away
infinitely far driven by an invisible hand
are there on the cold firnament
not even the star that burns only for me
a dull glow, like a fire in the night
that never fades
and you look on to the sky
curse on the stubborn running time
doing a world of sham and glow
but it will be no other
when comes the flood ...