Nights of peace is what our people hopes
Nights of love our heart
a people that souffers, warm wound
the child who doesn't silence is born.
The won't make me feel the cold of loneliness
neither the punishment of locking me in some place,
my voice will be reborn.
Nobody wants to listen, nobody learns to scream
Glory to the being who wakes up and loves in peace
Christmas of doves, I need hope,
I won't hide, I'll go out and sing.