In the dark eyes of the seasons 
Your eyes 
Cold and still longing for the fires 
In the ice 
Little angels falling from the sky 
Within your hair 
The earth is small like colored butterflies 
Inside your hand 

Weeping meadows fill the clouds with stardust 
Open windows lighten the streets with stardust 
“Fly away, my little angel 
To a strange land where you can find your wings 
Fly away, my dark angel 
To a strange land where you can find some peace” 

Сумрачны глаза наших поколений, 
Твои глаза 
Ждут и ищут страсти и спасенья В холодах. 

Μικροί άγγελοι πέφτουν απ’τ’αστέρια 
Στα μαλλιά σου 
Η γη ανάλαφρη σαν πεταλούδα 
Στα δάχτυλά σου