Even the wildest at heart will
Sleep at the sound of your voice
Mountains and stones will all tremble
Melting a river of gold

I do not know all your wonders
I even forget who you are
But when my days are all over
I hope to see all the things
I´ve been told

Even the wildest at heart will
Sleep at the sound of your voice
Mountains and stones will all tremble
Melting a river of gold

I do not know all your wonders
I even forget who you are
But when my days are all over
I hope to see all the things
I´ve been told