Finally you were there, spellbound again
As a little dreamy conqueress
While along heroes' paths, on destiny's stony stand
We were hoisting a white flagTo stop the fights, no more dead
Back to the origins of a promised land
Only secular, wise trees could tell
If our story was coming to an endFor a month we've been so close
With nothing but each other's souls
And we've made it on our own
As always, we hadn't more
Uncontaminated reserve built ramps for us
Straight to the core of vaguenessIt was all a postcard, sent by a man with a woman
From a country made of
three-quarters of sky and the rest of enchantmentFor a month we've been so close
With nothing but each other's souls
And we've made it on our own
As always, we hadn't more
Slowly we've been so close
With nothing but each other's souls
And we've made it on our own
As always, we hadn't moreThan ourselves, after all
