Not being able to even see
The coming of the new age
Caressed by the filthy sky
Since I started to walk from the spring of souls
I was always surrounded by the dirty skyscrapers
Until the day when all the blessings in this world disappear
Until the day when the beautiful flowers wither
Oh the Mother of new souls... Messiah
The ancient relief foretells...
Mother of Love
Oh miracle... come and save me
Where do I go? What do I do?
Oh dawn... come and save me
Where do I go? What should I do?
Oh dawn... come and save me
I'm longing for love
I'm longing for someone to love me
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