IKARUS
By Frank Peter Hermsen
Like an angel high in the air
With melting wings and tears of thunder
We won´t dare to despair
Cause this is not the time to wonder
Dumb creatures on the ground
Crippled fingers in the dust
For us their screaming makes no sound
'Cause in our power we do trust
On wishfull wings across the seas
Melting in careless fantasies
Hope is the upwind that makes us fly
But too high
Too high
Blind guys with glassy eyes
Helplessness in stinking splendour
We can´t see tears when they cry
And our pride will not surrender
Cold shapes and senseless frames
Far beneath perish our friends
Leaving the world carved in chains
But our hope will never end
On wishfull wings across the seas
Melting in careless fantasies
Hope is the upwind that makes us fly
But too high
Too high
Far beyond any hate and fear
Where even thunder makes no sound
We set fire to our wings
And our blood colours the ground
On wishfull wings across the seas
Burning in careless fantasies
Hope was the upwind that made us fly
But too high
Too high