Fields of flowers, crops of sorrow
Spreading fresh air to the ones of tomorrow
Goodbye I may never grab you, little one, free your mind
Let the wind blow through your weak soul
You can continue crawling, look behind that window
Whisper gently, whisper
Little one, lose your hope
Open up, I won't grab you
Little one, lose your hope
Open up, I won't grab you
Just keep on stretching your hand
I can hear, I can see you fading away
I can almost hold you for a moment
I may crawl, I may fall
I may tremble just for you
I may cry, I may lie
Stretch out your hand for me
That gentle and innocent look expressing the sadness
Involving that young soul into the deepest madness
Little one, free your mind
Let the wind blow through your weak soul
You can continue crawling, look behind that window
Whisper gently, whisper
Take me back to the sun, guide me through my skin
Hold me like no one, take me from within
Little one, free your mind
Let the wind blow through your weak soul
You can continue crawling, look behind that window
Whisper gently, whisper
