The sun's going down And like tiny dewdrops Daylight fades The memories slip away Like clouds in the sky Towards the horizon We're moored like boats Floating and waiting Rain after rain We never hear it coming The silent cold winter Taking away the flowers From our gardens We never see him pass The aged blind man Who touches our hearts Turning them into stone We look for a chance In the cycle of seasons We look for a chance In the visions of dreamers We look for a chance In the cycle of seasons We'll find a way In deep space Between the stars We'll find a way Over the clouds Hiding the stars There is a place in our soul Where time can't Reach us Where sorrow can't enter Where nothing Can affect us Where the songs of birds Are like a river Flowing to infinity We never hear it coming The silent cold winter Taking away the flowers From our gardens We never see him pass The aged blind man Who touches our hearts Turning them into stone We look for a chance In the cycle of seasons We look for a chance In the visions of dreamers We look for a chance In the cycle of seasons We'll find a way In deep space Between the stars We'll find a way Over the clouds Hiding the stars