The sweet sound Of a softly played harp Caresses my ears In the warm night breez I hear the steps of an angel That is all like a dream In a fairy tale movie Where love lasts endlessly And the sound of the harp Stops only to start again.
When I am awake Where is the harp Of the sweetest sound? When I flash my eyes Through the surroundings Where is the angel gone? It is just a strike through the heart That the love is still not endless.