An airplane lies on the evening wind   On board is a man and his child   They sit secure and warm   and slip into the trap of sleep   In three hours they will be there   for their mother's birthday      The view is good; the sky is clear      Onward, onward into ruin   We must live, until we die   Mankind doesn't belong in the sky   So the Lord in Heaven calls   his sons to the wind   Bring me this human child      The child still has time to lose   There an echo jumps to his ears   A dull rumble drives the night   and the cloud driver laughs   He shakes the human man freight awake      Onward, onward into ruin   We must live until we die   And the child says to his father   Do you not hear the Thunder?   That is the King of the Wind   He wants me to be his child      From the clouds drops a choir   They creep into the little ear   Come here, stay here   We'll be good to you   Come here, stay here   We are your brothers      The storm embraces the flying machine   The pressure falls quickly in the cabin   A dull rumble drives the night   The human freight screams in panic      Onward, onward into ruin   We must live until we die   And to the Lord God, pleads the child   Heaven take back the wind   Bring us unscathed to earth      From the clouds drops a choir   They creep into the little ear   Come here, stay here   We will be good to you   Come here, stay here   We are your brothers      The father holds onto the child, tightly   And presses him onto himself   He doesn't notice the child's harsh breathing   But Fear knows no compassion   So the father, with his arms   Presses the soul from the child   Which sets itself upon the wind and sings:      Come here, stay here   We will be good to you   Come here, stay here   We are your brothers