Drôme

Hum into the dark, come rain or shine

Do not fear the arrow of the night

For I am yours and now you are mine

Gentle as a wave that hits the sand

You became the air that fills the room

Beauty lies inside a clean hand

Clean and pure where all flowers can bloom

Live by your own hand

Let love win.

See with your own eyes

Let love win.

Sing with your own voice

Let love win.