Mine it doesn't concern me
Of grief of bliss of hope
Maybe now the world is in (its) eyes
Maybe differently
others are building me
I pray (bow) and with thirst I rise like the sun*
Memories are eager(craving) to ride
Moon is cold as a rosebud
Moon is the thorn that's
stinging me tonight
It looks like I'm gone again
Scents, incense and corn's tassel
Of grief of bliss of hope
Maybe now the world is in (its) hands
Maybe differently
others are building me
I pray (bow) and with thirst I rise like the sun*
Memories are eager(craving) to ride
Moon is cold as a rosebud
Moon is the thorn that's
stinging me tonight
Heavens are singing about Glory