In the cold depths behind the curtain,
You sleep alone.
The melodious voices of prayer,
Shines a tiny light onto the lonely fields.
I had a dream of you,
You were laughing like a child.
Familiar yet distant,
That is the future's promise.
Someday on a green morning,
Someday I will get there,
Because I believe
In this desolate winter sky.
Fields of hope
I'm searching for those gentle hands,
That embraced me the day I was born.
A single voice of prayer disappears,
And I start again, continuing tryingly by myself.
Someday moving towards a green morning,
I will overcome the nights,
Because that is a place
That I have to find alone.
For now, I just want to
Warm you with my chest.
Familiar yet distant,
The tranquility we strive for.
Fields of hope
Familiar yet distant,
The promised fields.
Fields of hope
Fields of hope
