A hill like there are everywhere
Someone carried a cross and nails
People crowd and stand there
Here is the one who claims to speak for us
We laugh to see the marks on his knees
In every heart, it can be as cold as an igloo
We jostle to see the wounded man
What he murmurs with his lowered gaze
Is love that I wanted to leave you
Love, love, there will never be enough
It is everywhere under every wrinkled fabric
In every thorn of my woven crown
Men suddenly became hurried
We made him walk towards that erected cross
These hands that had only ever embraced
It took just a moment to pierce them
I leave you with these few shed tears
And centuries and centuries to think about it
The words slipped from his bowed face
In every heart, there is a hidden spring
It is the treasure you will have to search for
Between the stones and under the dried grasses
To make him drink, a man approached
Here is the hope to which you must cling
A hill like there are everywhere
Someone carried a cross and nails

To make him drink, a man approached
In every heart, there is a hidden spring

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