Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

At the end of our sorrows
If the sky is the same
At the end of our lives
Will we have written everything
About our immense sorrows
About our simple violences
What will we have done with living?
What will we have done with ourselves?

At the end of our sorrows
To the end of ourselves
Tired of our cries
And of our bodies too
At the end of our chains
Freed from our hatreds
What will we have done since?
What will we have done standing?

At the end of our sorrows
To the path that leads us
At the end of the night
Will we have relearned
From our sole presences
That the world has a meaning?
What will we have done with it?
What will we have done with everything?

At the end of our sorrows
To the end of ourselves
One wing in paradise
And the other in life
From our hands that hold each other
From our eyes that learn
What will we have done with living?
What will we have done with ourselves?

At the end of our chains
Freed from our hatreds
What will we have done since?
What will we have done standing?
From our hands that hold each other
From our eyes that learn
What will we have done with living?
What will we have done with ourselves?
What will we have done with ourselves?

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