Everyone tells their sorrows
Asking for understanding
He who tells his joys
Does not understand the one who suffered
Lord of infinite spaces< br/>You who have peace in your hands
Pour out evil, Lord, I beg you
And teach them to love my brothers
br/>About what's happening in the world
By God, I don't understand anything
The thistle is always screaming
And the flower is always silent
Let the flower scream and let the flower be silent thistle
And everyone who is my enemy
Let him be my brother
Let's go down that path
Let's see what light we find
That light that is in the earth
And that we men extinguish
Lord of infinite spaces
You who have peace in your hands
Shed a bad sign I beg you
And teach them to love my brothers
And teach them the beauty of life
And to be a consolation and in all the wounds
And love the whole earth with white love
And always seek peace, Lord
And hate war
And in that garden Four men have entered with great effort
And without compassion they have taken the rose that I wanted
And then they have despised it
And who can show me
That Christ was not a gypsy
Nor did he know how to sing
The flowers on your balcony
The flowers on your balcony cry to see you
That I know

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