THE EMBERS

Embers will breathe great fire,
I am waiting for this fire so much
There is a lot of dirt, hatred,
I dream of glowing embers.

His pile of sins catches fire,
Enough in the fire, maybe forever.
Few ashes, what remains,
It will herald a new future.

Spring brings dreams tomorrow,
The past is forgotten, and then it rises again.
Sacrifice creates hope
The world is blown by a warm wind.

You hear beautiful music in this wind,
Your soul has been waiting for it for a long time,
There is great hope in you again,
To be loved is an old desire.

An ancient desire to be loved
The heavenly treasure that shines on you
You just have to believe again
To wait for tomorrow in this faith.