SoIn the clouds my hair is tangled, and in the rain my tears are coldI haven't heard your voice for a long time, the wind carries it awayAnd I would like to go to heaven, and I would like to go thereAnd I would like to go where you have never beenAnd I would like to go to heaven, and I would like to go thereAnd I would like to go where you have never beenAnd the big trees are swaying, the branches are gray, the hands are longLet the song of the wind not end, because it is about love and separationAnd I would like to go to heaven, and I would like to go thereAnd I would like to go where you have never beenAnd I would like to go to heaven, and I would like to go thereAnd I would like to go where you have never beenWhy are the birds in the flock flying in the sky gathering again?Why are they smiling? Because they are realAnd I would like to go to heaven, and I would like to go thereAnd I would like to go where you have never beenAnd I would like to go to heaven, and I would like to go thereAnd I would like to go where you have never beenAnd I would like to go where you have never been