Our brother, Lord of the mornings
Brings a star, a goddess, a Moon, a novelty
An old silver heart, as usual
On the hand, an illuminated flower
Lit, clear, clear, clear, clear peace
Our brother, with his past
And his verses that cheer the crowd
Teach us how to love our neighbors
Forgive and make grow
The common good, your work, your support
The emotion of seeing your child weave
With the hand, the color of freedom,
Your home, home, such a clear, clear peace
Celebrating nature
Embracing the world in tenderness and pain
Think bigger and become king
Where does it come from, why did it came like this?
Will we see the first morning star?
A life that won't fade away
But there's so much grief in the heart
So much grief, so much song that I don't know
What shall we do if we're only men?
The word of this love is so far now
Teach us how to love, my brother
Our brother, Lord of the morning
With his star, goddess, moon, novelty
Humble silver heart, as usual
Our heart carries so much grief
So much grief, so much song to discharge
Be born again in the old story
Embracing the world in tenderness and pain
Teach us how to write the sun song