Listen! Sacred bells and holy trumpets
staring to your conscience
Suddenly, whole heaven turns to you...
... and your sweat of anxiety
becomes petals of relief
Wake up my friend,
and your tears of blood
will become tears of gold
Open your eyes,
And your lonely shadow will
become a bird of fire flying high!

As the apples rot and fall,
and its seeds are planted naturally,
since the beginning
In the end my friend,
our bodies will lay in the same ground,
Same grave
Sowed ground by hearts that sometime loved
And then heart echoes no more
and soul goes on...