Voices (Traduccion al ingles)

The first word is dream from my sleep the darkness within my heart it gently takes out The second word was wind telling me my destination into the arms of a god I flap my wings As if counting sad things that have melted away a golden apple falls again A view I haven't seen there I will return in this one life I will find my way Book of old magic a drop of moon on a curtain of night only a hunch that someday we can meet we can fly we have wings we can touch floating dreams call me from so far through the wind in the light he third word is hum... hum .. when you strain your your trembling arms I will gently release