Go forward, hold me to dream that I carry in me '.
The nights are getting shorter and the day is increasing everyday to continue.
I find a way out if I always go further forward '? The days are getting longer and the night gone with the wind.
That's here, which I build! The historians' takes its run.
I doubt erinner, 'me to requests that we wahr'n both.
The words echo like an echo, If I want to remember.
Take me with you, promise 'to me – You broke your word, but I'm here.
The dreams are not to be denied because it is not some truth in it? That's here, which I build! The historians' takes its run.