She's like an old dream now, appeared when I was a child
Around the mountain I used to travel across
She spoke to me and I tried [bad word]  she didn’t move her mouth
Floating up and down the ancient path.

"Our home, it's just waiting
Inside, you'll remember it
Oh, no. The weather's changing
Would [bad word] with me?
Back home, where the children do what they want
Nothing like being safe and warm
I think it's raining, would [bad word] with me... back home?
Back home, back home"

Never was a [bad word] child, not even a wise man
Had no problem to take her foggy hand
"Time it's over I still don't know, why you left me ages ago
now [bad word] back home, oh my son"

"Our home, it's just waiting
Inside, you'll remember it
Oh, no. The weather's changing
Would [bad word] with me?
Back home, where the children do what they want
Nothing like being safe and warm
I think it's raining, would [bad word] with me... back home?
Back home, back home"

She's like an old dream now, appeared when I was a child
We walked together with the stars of Babylon.
Back home, back home.
Look the valley below.