Sound of our hearts

No matter how vest the world could be,
still, it only one place, you know.
No matter how different could he pssibly be.
One layer only, in the seas and the snow.

All over this place,
echo resonant down the knolls.
scythes in the wheat fields,
would harvest our restless souls.

This is the sound of our hearts,
that echoes in our dreams.
If you would listen,
and stop to talk,
you would hear
the sound of our hearts.

I used to think that,
nothing's bigger than the ocean could be.
I was wrong, oh, so much,
the univers is much larger than me.

This is the sound of our hearts,
that echoes in our dreams.
If you would listen,
and stop to talk,
you would hear
the sound of our hearts.

Cause this is the sound of our hearts.