I felt solitude, at the olive tree of the Gethsemane
and the voices raising inside the city
the crosses that I will not carry, today I don't have a God.
Holy Mary in the street, don't go away, or I'll get lost.
I leave the herd, and I wont respect your law.
Stay where you are in my abysses , I wont look for you.
I felt moltitude, the arrive of other people,
and flags going on fire, useless celebrations,
the bells wont ring.
Holy Mary, mother, don't go away, that I would die for that.
I am a man too, in a vortex clouds explode, and the sun is falling down.
I need help, and there is nothing else to do other then live and exist.
Day by day, I wont surrend.
I am dead too if do.
And I'll be born again in love,
who knows where you are, I'll find you again my abysses, bu....