Out of the blue on the wings of a dove

A messenger comes, with the beating of drums

It's not a message of love



Our childern are born, and we keep them

They must have the right, to live in the light

To be safe from the storm



Out of the blue, with wings on his heels

A messenger comes, bearing regrets

For the time that he steals



But steal it he will, my children's and mine

Against our desires, against all our needs

Our blood spilled like wine



Over and over we call . . . no one hears

And further and further and further we fall

And though we pray that we soon will awake

It is clear, that it's no dream at all

Our lives are at stake



I cannot believe, nor even pretend

That the thunder I hear, will just disappear

And the nightmare will end



So hold back the fire, because this music is true

When all's said and done, the ending will come

From out of the blue