Like waves to which the sky gives birth,
People are falling on the earth,
Each one, another tiny drop,
of rain.

Intoxicated by the void,
Remembrance of their past destroyed,
Leaving the sun waiting for them,
in vain.

~refrain~
Love me...
For once on this planet hit these drops,

Hold me...
They blur their dreams, shadow their hopes,

Utter their words, but do not speak,
Their wit gets numb, their pace gets weak,
For earth on which their lives unfold,
To me is just the underworld.

So spread your wings against this fall,
Where man becomes coward and small,
Not fools, not wise, not good nor bad,
Tears of the sky, turning to mud.

~end of refrain~


Like waves to which the sky gives birth,
People are falling on the earth,
Each one, another tiny drop,
of pain.

Intoxicated by the fall,
Not even seeing it at all,
Until reality completes,
its chain.


~refrain is repeated {Love me... ...turning to mud.}~


Heavenly soul, heavenly voice,
do mortals really have a choice?
Is inescapable our fate;
forever lost, forever late?


Heavenly soul, heavenly mind,
how could we ever be so blind?
Don’t let us in this lightless sky,
forever crawl, forever lie...


I know the mud calls out for you,
I also know this isn’t you.

For earth, of which, evil took hold,
To you is just, the underworld.

Hold me.