Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. Our story is about to begin.
Salvation cries, they're all I can see,
This darkness farther in me.
And I might be crazy just for looking at you,
I must be crazy if I think that it's true.
The things I've done to be with you,
They echo in my every move.
And I might be crazy just for looking at you,
I must be crazy if I think that it's true.
(In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark forest,
That is the straight path she was lost.
This wild and harsh and strong forest
That renews fear in thought!
I don't know how to say how you go,
So much I was full of sleep at that point
That I abandoned the true path.
I looked up and saw his shoulders
Already dressed in the rays of the planet
Which leads straight others along every street.
So my soul, which was still fleeing,
Turned backwards to admire the passage
That had never left a living person.)
Can you hear them cry?
Can you hear them cry?
Can you hear them, hear them cry?
Can you hear them, hear them cry, cry?

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