Dalai Lama टैब्स

An airplane is in the evening wind
On board is also a man with child
They sit safely, they sit warm
and go to sleep in their blankets
In three hours, they'll
see Mom's newborn child
The visibility is good the sky is clear

Further, further, into ruin
We must live until we die
The man does not belong in the air
So the Lord in heaven calls
his sons on the Wind
Bring me this man

The child has still lost time
Then an echo jumps to his ears
A muffled rumbling drives the night
and the driver of the clouds laughs
He shakes the human cargo awake

Further, further, into ruin
We must live until we die
And the child speaks to the Father
Do you hear the thunder because not
This is the king of all Winds
He wants me to make his Baby

From the cloud drips a choir
Crawls into the little ear
Come here, stay here
We are good to you
Come here, stay here
We are brothers to you

The storm hugs the flying machine
The pressure falls quickly in the cabin
A dull rumbling pushes the night
In panic screams of human cargo

Further, further, into ruin
We must live until we die
And prays to God the child
Heaven take back the wind
Bring us safely to earth

From the cloud drips a choir
Crawls into the little ear
Come here, stay here
We are good to you
Come here, stay here
We are brothers to you

The father holds the child now firmly
Presses it very close against him
Not noticed his breathing
But fear knows no mercy
So the father with his arms
Presses the soul out of the child
It flies on the wind and sings:

Come here, stay here
We are good to you
Come here, stay here
We are brothers to you