Sonne, Vögel, Wind Ihalleren Erwartung Is it enough No, not enough to pull me from this sweet bliss What temptation can be found in the whaling siren that seeks to lure me from such paradise My head so content to rest upon velvet clouds So content I lie above the rain; still basking in the warm glow The ache is my soothing release Lest I lower my feet to the earth That I might feel sharp pains awaken me I shall here lie Above the clouds in a world that is mine Till I succumb To the feeling so numb