Years and years of anticipation painted
in our pale, wrinkled, sweaty faces
Years and years of Ioveia patience
inside our eyes sockets
Years and years of progress among our dreams
and our expectations for an independence area
Free Besieged inside our cities
Prisoners of our doubts and universal seduction
Hope is the only refuge of our soul
Somewhere here in our hearts
there must have be a living, moving God
How to clean the skies
from the garbage of our vassalage?
How to get a new life?
How to build our new world?
How to rebirth our ancestral cradle?
Only by changing our mindset
will we establish our new life
without many questions and concerns
But only chants and prayers
we promised to our Gods
Where to set up the altar for the sacrifices
to our clean home?
How many more light years will we carry
our unholy fragility at the ends of the sky
without concessions and promises
for a painless new beginning?
How to put order a new beginning in our life?
How to force life to obey our wishes?
We still believe it
like our soul and our purified earth
will restore our ruins again,
it will ease the pain in our crippled dreams
it will allow us to be born again
