Shining in a mistic dusk of one lightning
 I will awake the sleeping in the sun covered with heat

 In a mourning of life, majestic in pain
 In air still rising they go deeper and deeper

 Eyes of fire in the black horizon rise with rays

 Sand-glass goes on torturing without hope
 In a deadly silence souls rest in a shadow
 Its jealousy does not hide any secrets
 I put fires that echoes in horizon
 They howl hungry sending their despair voices up to heaven
 I will not control my passion

 I will struggle to bring them up to the sky
 I will struggle for them to burn in their beauty
 I will struggle for them to be a thorn in a crown of light
 I will struggle for them to burn in their beauty
 I will struggle for them to be a thorn in a crown of light
 I will struggle to bring them up to the sky

 They howl hungry sending their despair voices up to heaven
 I will not control my passion to give life to all senses