The sun means day
and night for us is resurrection.
Wings of years
don’t save our weakness.
The bells of churches
our joy, our care.
The room is darkened
I can’t hear the voice.
The dream is alive
and I see you all of us again.
I crossed the dark
and I see the past, here am I?
Maybe I’ll breathe
maybe I’ll stay with you or beyond the gate?
We’re smiling and crying,
your name sounds in our ears.
I don’t believe, I’m on the way
between the death and eternity
and I’d like to wake
in your kingdom on one day.
We’re just puppets
you haven’t changed us, we’re afraid in your arms.
