Dalai Lama (English)

An airplane lies on the evening wind On board is a man and his child They sit secure and warm and slip into the trap of sleep In three hours they will be there for their mother's birthday The view is good; the sky is clear Onward, onward into ruin We must live, until we die Mankind doesn't belong in the sky So the Lord in Heaven calls his sons to the wind Bring me this human child The child still has time to lose There an echo jumps to his ears A dull rumble drives the night and the cloud driver laughs He shakes the human man freight awake Onward, onward into ruin We must live until we die And the child says to his father Do you not hear the Thunder? That is the King of the Wind He wants me to be his child From the clouds drops a choir They creep into the little ear Come here, stay here We'll be good to you Come here, stay here We are your brothers The storm embraces the flying machine The pressure falls quickly in the cabin A dull rumble drives the night The human freight screams in panic Onward, onward into ruin We must live until we die And to the Lord God, pleads the child Heaven take back the wind Bring us unscathed to earth From the clouds drops a choir They creep into the little ear Come here, stay here We will be good to you Come here, stay here We are your brothers The father holds onto the child, tightly And presses him onto himself He doesn't notice the child's harsh breathing But Fear knows no compa*sion So the father, with his arms Presses the soul from the child Which sets itself upon the wind and sings: Come here, stay here We will be good to you Come here, stay here We are your brothers