Now I greet you from the other side
Of sorrow and despair
With a love so vast and shattered
It will reach you everywhere

And I sing this for the captain whose ship has not been built
For the mother in confusion, her cradle still unfilled
For the heart with no companion, for the soul without a king
For the prima ballerina who cannot dance to anything

Through the days of shame that are coming
Through the nights of wild distress
Though your promise count for nothing
You must keep it nonetheless

You must keep it for the captain whose ship has not been built
For the mother in confusion, her cradle still unfilled
For the heart with no companion, for the soul without a king
For the prima ballerina who cannot dance to anything

And I greet you from the other side
Of sorrow and despair
With a love so vast and shattered
It will reach you everywhere