Miserere, miserere
Miserere, miserable me
But I toast to life
But what a mystery, and my life
What a mystery
I am a sinner of the year eighty thousand
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But where am I and what do I do
How do I live?
I live in the soul of the world
Lost in deep living
I am the saint who has you betrayed
When you were alone
And I live elsewhere and observe the world
From the sky
And I see the sea and the forests
I see myself who
I see in the soul of the world
Lost in deep living
If there is a night dark enough
To hide, hide
If there is a light, a hope
Magnificent sun that shine inside me
Give me the joy of living
That isn't there yet
Miserere, miserere
That joy of living
That maybe isn't there yet< br/>