The lost time runs through my hands
No matter what I do
Thousands of traces and thoughts
Questions never lead to answers
I was on the tops of high mountains
And stood in eternal ice
Knowing disappointments
And failing words

Far away, far away
The wind will carry me through the open sea
Far away, far away
The wind will carry me, so high, so free

A cold, wet winter is singing this song
In the course of time snow is falling
I often doubted although I was sure
Open the door to new worlds
And suddenly it all makes sense

The wind will carry me
Between the worlds back and forth
The wind will carry me through the open sea