For our dreams that fall from the clouds
Drowned in the rain of lost time
Our hearts of ice that break
Of wars so tired, so tired
I pray to the gods who no longer believes anyone
I pray to the gods to believe in this man
For this wounded angel
I pray to heaven
To give him back his wings
To our bruised souls
To have found
At the threshold of our life
Closed doors
For us poor imbeciles
Is there- he has a life
Still before death
I pray to the gods I who no longer believe anyone
I pray to the gods however to believe in this man
For this wounded angel
I pray to heaven
To give him back his wings
I pray to the gods, I who no longer believe in anything
I pray to the gods to extend their hand to him
For this angel almost dead, I implore you
That he may love again
That he may still love
That he may still love
That he may still love me again.. .