Holy, holy, dove descend
Soft and slowly
When I'm near the end

Holy, holy, dark defend
Shield me, hold me
When I need a friend

Slowly, slowly, violence end
Love reign o'er me
When I need a friend

Man, look
Ah, properly
For all people it has been a matter of mockery
Because everyone thinks it's an impossible thing
That it's a matter of madness
The problem is that everything is incredible
And people do not accept it

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