The principle of singing, for those who
Hunger to listen to the music of the wind
However, you know that I made firewood from the pain
And that I sustain myself from its embers
However, you know that I made firewood from the pain
And that I sustain myself from its embers
Faithful, I hasten to the final call
No-one with me can be absent
I bring an entire uniform already changed
And that will change itself for ever
I bring an entire uniform already changed
And that will change itself for ever
Only the world lasts while the song lasts
The heart torn, the moans hang
We are born because the pain is always new
And there are no repeated sufferings
We are born because the pain is always new
And there are no repeated sufferings