If there's wind and there's the world
If seas exist and great loves exist
If I get tangled, you untie me
If I find myself badly wounded
With your fingers you opened the night
Stars of the sky and the sea
If I have so much and give so little
If I get tangled, you untie me
If I find myself badly wounded
If salt exists in the water of the sea
If a war cry doesn't beat that of peace
If I have the hands to create
If I have your calm after crying
If I get tangled, you untie me
If I find myself badly wounded
If I get tangled, you untie me
If I find myself badly wounded
If I find myself badly wounded