Soft and calm I know
In the clarity of the sky it comes
The light of the Sun, brief, like
A thought, always the same
And it's so easy to confirm
The great torment
That makes us constantly question
How many freedoms do we have
How many questions serious things will be found
How many will see
With hands tied, always living in question
Causes embraced, losing that light
That hides behind, in a
Soft and calm light
Hiding the light I will
Sweet and calm light
You hide the light I will
Soft and calm I know
In the brightness of the Sun comes
How many serious questions did they see
(Be found?)
How many did they see, with tied hands living
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Causes embraced
Losing this light that hides behind
Duma, soft and calm clarity
Hiding the light I will
Sweet and calm clarity
You hide the light I will