Hello once again my oldest friend,
I have come to hear your steps and see those earthly hands…
each time I look around I see a dream you’ve built,
on the table lies your Bible
and there’s water by the door,
you wrote the years in clay and Sundays in the sun –
you were not a friend you are a mother living by her children’s steps,
you thought me how to pray before I walked…

And there is no puppet waiting on the oldest of the rocks
and the yellow-white hound is running in the cold
and the wind is slowly gliding through the leafs,
dear friend I’m bound to rise a cross to guide us to the hills:
a promise of the young
a dream of innocent
a gift to all the gods the world has ever had –
I shall never cut that tree I’ve told you once about…

Hello once again my friend
you’re in my eyes, my dreams and guide my steps to everything,
I am, I did not forget
and I am bound to rise a cross to shine above our sins…