Reign of CLouds
Finally you were there, spellbound again
As a little dreamy conqueress
While along heroes' paths, on destiny's stony stand
We were hoisting a white flag

To stop the fights, no more dead
Back to the origins of a promised land
Only secular, wise trees could tell
If our story was coming to an end

For a month we've been so close
With nothing but each other's souls
And we've made it on our own
As always, we hadn't more

Uncontaminated reserve built ramps for us
Straight to the core of vagueness

It was all a postcard, sent by a man with a woman
From a country made of
Three-quarters of sky and the rest of enchantment
For a month we've been so close
With nothing but each other's souls
And we've made it on our own
As always, we hadn't more

Slowly we've been so close
With nothing but each other's souls
And we've made it on our own
As always, we hadn't more

Than ourselves, after all
Than ourselves, after all