In Late July - the sun is glowing 
Far away seems all despair 
And in the vales the corn is growing 
With golden heads so bright and fair 

The wind is tearing on my wings of steel 
And sorrow fills my broken heart 
I carry wounds that cannot heal 
And you and I lie worlds apart 

I like to see it when the birds are flying 
Their carelessness I have to bear 
And in their moves all weight denying 
Escaping from the eagle's stare 

The wind is tearing on my wings of steel 
And sorrow fills my broken heart 
I carry wounds that cannot heal 
And you and I lie worlds apart 

And in the distance a stream is flowing 
Dark [bad word] towards the sea 
Against the storm small boats are rowing 
The ocean is our retreat 

The wind is tearing on my wings of steel 
And sorrow fills my broken heart 
I carry wounds that cannot heal 
And you and I lie worlds apart 

Weariness like lingering poison 
Where joy it used to be 
Clouds are gathering around my prison 
As far as the eye can see 

The wind is tearing on my wings 
And grief it fills my broken heart 
I carry wounds of a thousand flames 
And you and I lie worlds apart 
The wind is tearing on my wings of steel 
And sorrow fills my broken heart 
I carry wounds that cannot heal 
And you and I lie worlds apart