The wind must be blowing hard in the camp
Thousands of miles from here
Where you are serving the country for years now
Standing on the patio in the middle of the night
And looking into the north
Oh, How can I bear the chirps of the birds?
They are combing back but you are not.
It's getting cold here.
It must be even colder where you are.
Are you still wearing the same clothes I made for you?
So dusty and worn they must have been.
Useless they are, my iron and fragrance,
So deeply hidden in the closet
Who will wash and iron for you if I can't?
Where can I borrow a pair of wings?
I would fly fearlessly over the mountains
After mountains and reach you tonight
I would love the desert as our home
And love the cactuses as the orchards in the moonlight
I would dance tirelessly around you like a butterfly
Hold you, warm you and together with you
Watch snow falling from the sky
It would be a place closer to heaven than here
Thousands of miles from here
Where you are serving the country for years now
Standing on the patio in the middle of the night
And looking into the north
Oh, How can I bear the chirps of the birds?
They are combing back but you are not.
It's getting cold here.
It must be even colder where you are.
Are you still wearing the same clothes I made for you?
So dusty and worn they must have been.
Useless they are, my iron and fragrance,
So deeply hidden in the closet
Who will wash and iron for you if I can't?
Where can I borrow a pair of wings?
I would fly fearlessly over the mountains
After mountains and reach you tonight
I would love the desert as our home
And love the cactuses as the orchards in the moonlight
I would dance tirelessly around you like a butterfly
Hold you, warm you and together with you
Watch snow falling from the sky
It would be a place closer to heaven than here