Look up at the sky.. the night is about to end.
The stars,the moon,and the sun are all quielty drawing breath. [bad word] let us begin-casting away our sadness,
From the place those flowers of joy are blooming.

Moving toward those drifting clouds;toward where the the light is pointing...
You know,Darling-I'm not afraid of a thing,because I have you here.

Wipe away your tears... you can hear the song of a new morning:
gentle,sensual melody that shines radiantly.

Reach out your hand,without hesitation,
To that eternal signal:that place where hope hangs in the air.

Upon the remains of dried tears,the light illuminates our future...
You know,Darling-I'm not afraid of a thing,because I'm here with you.