an airplane is in the evening wind
on board is a man with his child as well
they sit secure and warm
and so they fall into the trap of sleep
in three hours they will be there
for mama's birthday
the view is good the sky is clear
onwards, onwards into destruction
we must live until we die
humans don't belong in the sky
so the lord in heaven calls
his sons to the wind
bring me this human child
the child has still lost time
then an echo jumps to his ears
a muffled rumbling drives the night
and the driver of the clouds laughs
he shakes the human cargo awake
onwards, onwards into destruction
we must live until we die
and the child says to the father
don't you hear the thunder
that's the king of all the winds
he wants me to become his child
from the clouds falls a choir
which crawls 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 muffled rumbling drives the night
in panic the human cargo screams
onwards, onwards into destruction
we must live until we die
and to god the child pleads
heaven take back the wind
bring us unharmed to earth
from the clouds falls a choir
which crawls into the little ear
come here, stay here
we'll be good to you
come here, stay here
we are your brothers
the father is now holding onto the child
and has pressed it tightly against himself
he doesn't notice its difficulty in breathing
but fear knows no mercy
so with his arms the father
squeezes the soul from the child
which takes its place upon the wind and sings:
come here, stay here
we'll be good to you
come here, stay here
we are your brothers
