In his eyes there is life, there is love
In his body there is the fever of pain
He is following a walking light
/>Slowly many people are approaching
Jesahel, Jesahel, Jesahel, Jesahel
A thousand faces like sand in the desert
A thousand voices like waves in the open sea
Third street are touching the skyscrapers
Fifth street is flying towards the sun
Jesahel, Jesahel, Jesahel, Jesahel
Free yourself from the concrete and the lights
Silence in the hands and voices
Jesahel, Jesahel , Jesahel, Jesahel

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