Stories of the past Make my heart ache The shining of the stars Will make the earth quake Gone too far The angels start to sing Das Ende Ist Nah[Ger.] And pain is what it brings
I found heaven I found joy And peace within my mind In the sand, in the grass In the hill of the land called Blue Moon I found heaven I found joy And peace within my mind In the sand, in the grass In the hill of the land called Blue Moon Blue Moon
I heard it in a dream Don`t sell your soul Now there`s a need to scream A need to change my role 'Cause stories of the past Make my heart ache Time goes too fast For my sake
I found heaven I found joy And peace within my mind In the sand, in the grass In the hill of the land called Blue Moon I found heaven I found joy And peace within my mind In the sand, in the grass In the hill of the land called Blue Moon Blue Moon