The gates of paradise are open to me,

the ballad of feelings is built up in the cloud.

With these walls, with shutters,

with the swing resonantly up.

Your soft arms,

they envelop every doubt.

My every fear and anxiety,

your ballad turns it into nothingness.

Love is enchanted in this picture,

which you made for yourself first.

You paint us with colors,

so that I always come back to you.

Your soft arms,

they envelop every doubt.

My every fear and anxiety,

your ballad turns into nothingness.

You paint this world with your color,

but you do not recognize its value...

You think you're giving us nothing

And don't you know, this world is full of love.