One evening, they bound you to the cross.
They nailed your hands, they nailed my insides.
They bound your eyes, they bound my soul.
One evening, they broke me in two.
They stole my sight, they took my touch,
My hearing remains, to listen to you, my child.
One evening, like the golden eagle,
swoop over the sea, swoop over the fields.
Make the mountains flower, and the people rejoice.