Man drags on his sorrows,
Leads his sky to despair
Eats sparks
And broods in black
And misery, she, does not come
From our land
She is the mother who is being murdered
Fragile fans we are
Exposed to the icy winds that blow ring
Broken, our hearts weigh a ton
Never happy, never...
Enough...
When in our daring
A little love
We will see the trace
Better days
When in our prayers
There will be the sincere wish
To not no more birth of war
Immense flames will rise
Mirror of our souls guardians of sound
Our last tears will flow
Happy to never, happy...
Free from meaningless life
Animate your presence...
Anahata, ananda, amrita,
Anahata, kalpataru...
Anahata , ananda, amrita,
Anahata, kalpataruâ¦
Immense flames will rise
Mirror of our souls guardians of sound
Our latest ¨Tears will flow
Happily ever after, happy…

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