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...