Dalai Lama

An airplane lies in the evening wind
On board is also a man with a child
They sit safely, sit warmly
And thus fall asleep

In three hours they will be there
For Mama's birthday
The view is good
The sky clear

Onward, onward into ruin
We must live until we die
Man does not belong in the air
So the Lord in heaven calls
His sons on the wind
Bring me this child of man

The child has not yet lost time
A reverberation is heard
A muffled rumble drives the night
And the cloud driver laughs
Shakes awake the human cargo

Onward, onward into ruin
We must live until we die
And the child speaks to the father
Don't you hear the thunder
That is the king of all winds
He wants me as his child

From the clouds drips a choir
Crawls into the little ear
From the clouds drips a choir
Crawls into the little ear

Come here, stay here
We are good to you
Come here, stay here
We are brothers to you

The storm embraces the aircraft
The pressure drops quickly in the cabin
A muffled rumble drives the night
In panic, the human cargo screams

Onward, onward into ruin
We must live until we die
And the child pleads to the Lord
Heaven, take back the wind
Bring us safely to the ground

From the clouds drips a choir
Crawls into the little ear
From the clouds drips a choir
Crawls into the little ear

Come here, stay here
We are good to you
Come here, stay here
We are brothers to you

The father now holds the child tight (come here)
Has pressed it close to himself (stay here)
Does not notice its shortness of breath (we are good to you...)
But fear knows no mercy (come here)
So the father with his arms (stay here)
Squeezes the soul out of the child (we are brothers to you...)
This sets itself on the wind and sings

Come here, stay here
We are good to you
Come here, stay here
We are brothers to you

Come here, stay here
We are good to you
Come here, stay here
We are brothers to you