Over

Take me to the forest of freedom

A pilgrimage toward the great mountain

Take me to a place I believe in

I call my promised land

Take me to the valley of lovers

And let me hold the newborn in my arms

Take me to the forest of freedom

To let my spirit go

But it's over, and I'm sober

Savour... the impossible...

I'm crying, feel I'm dying

Spellbound... by the nightingale...

Can you see the children of freedom

Proceed across a sunset to the sea?

Let me gather flowers of freedom

And reap the fruit for all

But it's over, and I'm sober

Savour... the impossible...

I'm crying, feel I'm dying

Spellbound... by the nightingale...

Over, and I'm sober

Savour... the impossible (impossible)

I'm crying, feel I'm dying

Spellbound... by the singing...

Over, and I'm sober

Savour... the impossible (impossible)

I'm crying, feel I'm dying

Spellbound... by the singing...

Yes, over... yes, I'm sober

Savour... the impossible (impossible)

I'm crying, feel I'm dying

Spellbound... by the singing...

Yes, it's over... yes, I'm sober

Savour... the impossible (impossible)

Yes, I'm crying, feel like I'm dying

Spellbound... by the singing...

And it's over, yes, it's over, yes, it's over...

And I'm over...

And I'm crying, then I'm dying...

Spellbound... by the singing...