Sleep now in the fire it's burning high, it's stoking hopes and fears Sleep now in the fire you lit for yourself Call on me, little darling and I will wake you up from this dream So, at last, we will cross our souls will meet When the seas will run dry and the lands will die We are children in time we grow old each day Repentance is a path That we can not walk for long, my dear For seven days and nights I have watched you sleeping tight Come with me and I will show you how to choose a side So, at last, we will cross our souls will meet When the seas will run dry and the lands will die We are children in time we grow old each day Repentance is a path That we can not walk, my dear Ease your mind in the wind It's on your side, it's like the truest friend It is telling you a tale Of a place so beautiful Let it be your guidance And it will wake you up from this dream So, at last, we will cross our souls will meet When the seas will run dry and the lands will die We are children in time we grow old each day Repentance is a path That we can not walk for long And at last we will meet in your dreams
Sleep now in the fire it's burning high, it's stoking hopes and fears Sleep now in the fire you lit for yourself Call on me, little darling and I will wake you up from this dream So, at last, we will cross our souls will meet When the seas will run dry and the lands will die We are children in time we grow old each day Repentance is a path That we can not walk for long, my dear For seven days and nights I have watched you sleeping tight Come with me and I will show you how to choose a side So, at last, we will cross our souls will meet When the seas will run dry and the lands will die We are children in time we grow old each day Repentance is a path That we can not walk, my dear Ease your mind in the wind It's on your side, it's like the truest friend It is telling you a tale Of a place so beautiful Let it be your guidance And it will wake you up from this dream So, at last, we will cross our souls will meet When the seas will run dry and the lands will die We are children in time we grow old each day Repentance is a path That we can not walk for long And at last we will meet in your dreams
