My dear brother,* look, our life is in your hands
We have lost the beauty of a flying bird, we are sick
I got so sick of crying, of standing still
To continue these immoral games is a sin
Wake up, already, wake up
Wake up, my friend, wake up
Wake up, already, wake up from your dark slumber
There were only colors, then they too have disappeared
Before we could breathe
Ah, this life is a meaningless joke
Everybody is aware of this
I got so sick of crying, of standing still
To continue these immoral games is a sin
Wake up, already, wake up
Wake up, my friend, wake up
Wake up, already, wake up from your dark slumber
Then again, you were at the end of that road
Then again, you wouldn't be able to do anything
You were numb, slothful, alone. You...