This is not a mass,
Just my promise,
But as we pray, I sing in midair,
I dream, fly away with wings,
This is not an 'Amen',
Even less a baptism,
Not a 'Hallelujah', just an 'I love you.'
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Singing is giving,
Singing is loving,
But above all, it is praying,
Singing without stopping,
Giving without counting,
Loving without wearying,
Praying for eternity.
In this church, you as master,
Only you, my paradise,
Kneelingly, I sing this letter,
With all of you, my friends,
It is not perjury,
No blasphemy, I swear,
No 'Ave Maria', just an 'I love you'.
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Singing is giving,
Singing is loving,
But above all, it is praying,
Singing without stopping,
Giving without counting,
Loving without wearying,
Praying for eternity.
With neither a vault nor stained glass,
It is not a cathedral,
But of gold and velvet,
In my ideal theatre,
A cross sign and signs of love,
Me to you, from you to me always.
But above all, it is praying,
Singing without stopping,
Giving without counting,
Loving without wearying,
Praying for eternity.