Sweetest angels are still crying, 
Because, my baby, the world is dying. 
But if they continue crying, 
Their wings will break, that's bad for flying.

I'm going through my crisis, my crisis, 
Paying prices every day.

I need you and you need me, 
To unblind my eyes so that I can see. 
I see the lights and I'm getting closer, 
From the sight I get happier, even doze off.

I'm going through my crisis, my crisis 
Paying prices everyday.

I'm taking advices, advices, 
The last crisis, everyday. 
Every day, it's for the mum 
Every day, it's for the truth 
Every day, everyday 
Every day, for the truth 
Every day, take me there 
Every day, every day, 
Every day, every day.