Ora Et Labora [English translation]

May come in may, the time of roses in bloom

Their sole desire is to be born to our eyes

To the eyes of the ones who still know how to see

My spirit rises so high

In it's eternal wandering, where the moon is closer

From the heart of the Man who can still feel

Lies, sins, that iced my being

Are taken away by the blow of the wind

Who makes itself heard, among the immense trees

And dies in one last sigh