Mother mary
Comes and listens
To these words
Of lost existence
Through her life and trough deep wounds
I could have let them know
Mother mary
Srong as a twister
Dirty hands and holy wispers
Through her life and trough deep wounds
I could have let them know
That i can be the answer
That i need to know
The beauty and simplicity
Of every dawn to come
I can be forgiveness
I can be relief
All the electricity
That slowly disappear
Disappears
Mother mary
Torn old witness
Nothing shines more than your winter
Something's coming
Dice are rolling
Joy will overcome
If i can be the answer
That i need to know
The beauty and simplicity
Of every dawn to come
I can be forgiveness
I can be relief
All the eletricity
That slowly disappears
Disappears
Slowly disappears...