Deep in the desert a pilot is waiting,
Eating his bread and drinking some wine.
He wouldn't talk about his life or love,
The wind and the rain is all that he knows.
Hear the calling of the wild and open sea,
See the dark and endless sky.
He has told me he would never fly again,
But I know it was a lie.
When we were young we hid in the shelter,
The key to the attic held in our hands.
The timber seemed a fortress against time,
But the passing of years is a terrible curse.
Hear the calling of the wild and open sea,
See the dark and endless sky.
He has told me he would never fly again,
But I know
it was a lie.
We are dying,
little by little,
like a dead man and his wife.
By not hearing their clear laughter,
we ask for it with our minds,
but with all our reflexes,
we are left with nothing.
And we discover slowly that nothing replaces it.
We don't make old comrades.
Nothing replaces the treasure of so many common memories,
of so many bad times we've lived together,
Through a hole in the roof,
a cold star is twinkling,
A star of longing that might bring sudden death to me.
We have sworn that we will look for this light,
In the north and the south, or in ourselves.
Hear the calling of the wild and open sea,
See the dark and endless sky.
He
has told me he would never fly again,
But I know it was a lie.