My dear brother/sister, look, our life is in your hands.
We lost the beauty of the flying bird, we're sick.
I'm so tired of weeping, stopping
It's sin to continue the these immoral games, sin.
Wake up, now, wake up
Wake up, my friend, wake up
Wake up now, wake up from your dark sleep
There were only colours, they they disappeared too,
Before we could breathe.
Oh, this life is a meaningless joke,
Everyone is aware of this
I'm so tired of weeping, stopping
It's sin to continue the these immoral games, sin.
Wake up, now, wake up
Wake up, my friend, wake up
Wake up now, wake up from your dark sleep
You were still at the end of that way
You still could do nothing
You were numb, lazy, alone... You.