Not being able to see even the new era [The world is] enveloped by the turbid sky Since walking out of the spring of souls [I live] under the dirty skyscrapers
Until the day the remaining blessings run out Until the day the beautiful flowers wither The mother of new souls Messiah The ancient relief relates
Mother of love Miracle, [come] now [and] Save me Where should I go What should I do Dawn, [come] now [and] Save me Where should I go What should I do Dawn, [come] now [and] Lead me I want love I want to be loved