Alone we raise our heads and hold back our tears,
Before sunrise is over we'll hear screams of emptiness.
Behind a tear of joy may hide our sadness cries
Forgotten by the people, now we may rest in peace…"

I speak to thee:
The clouds are turning gray
And its shadows darken my truths.

Thou shall never forget the dawn,
Thou shall blow away the boring clouds.

With lies in my hands I devise and create
A world where the sun raises together with the moon;
I scorn and disdain, once again am I God?
I compel the children to swim in their blood.

"Alone we raise our heads and hold back our tears,
Before sunrise is over we'll hear screams of emptiness.
Behind a tear of joy may hide our sadness cries
Forgotten by the people, now we may rest in peace…"

I speak to thee:
The clouds are turning gray
And eclipsing all the will to be.

Thou shall never forget the dawn,
Thou shall blow away the boring clouds.

We live in a land where the small are the kings,
Modesty, moderation, forgiveness and lies -
The fallen virtues have sucked our dawn,
Diseases are hidden in more beautiful skins.

"And our dusks are not as shinning as before
And our dawns don't bring us hopes of light and warmth,
And our souls are not as pure as they used to be
And day by day our pain is growing…