Look around, sweet child
Look below the sky. Try to feel echoes of souls
Look behind the rain, touch behind the veils of mouth
Take off your clothes; take off your hopes and thoughts
Open wide your heart, open wide the windows of.

Behind the curtains of your eyes is hiding storm of tears
Behind the whisper of your mouth is concentrating fear
Throwing your fist and pointing the sky
Behind the image of yourself are images of mine

Raise your hand, get off you knees
Raise a knight, leave all hopes of peace
The death will come as level to your life
Don't race with her' never cross the line

Throw your hand, get off your knees
Leave the rope, leave all hopes of peace.
Death will come as level of your life
Don't race with her, never cross the line!