I will be waiting

With a song in my soul

A fortunate weakling

Which I have foretold



He raises his arms tied

Above the opressed

Singing this sweet song

His melody opens up the sun



And freedom rained

God has come

With the rivers of blood

Pushed back in my veins

She sleeps with her eyes closed

To dream of the past

Her mind has gone blind now

While Her memory closes up the sun