Never did I find a nest for my soul
We have made all the bans we imposed
We have thrown on ourselves

In memory's manner

The weakened will raise their heads

To mellow their somber faces
This day you will be in your camp
In the streets of your people

[Incomprehensible]

You are at the summit of the honored

Decorate yourselves, decorate yourselves
Decorate yourselves


Crazy man, stand to attach
No friends listening
Crazy man, stand to attach

No friends listening

All I ever wanted was to, all I ever wanted was to

All I ever wanted was to see your face and contemplate
All I ever wanted was to see your face and contemplate


Never did I find a nest for my soul
We have made all the bans we imposed
We have thrown on ourselves

In memory's manner