If I want to talk to God
I have to be alone
I have to turn off the light
I have to silence my voice
I have to find peace
I have to loosen the knots
Of the shoes, of the tie
Of desires, of fears
I have to forget the date
I have to lose count
I have to have empty hands
Have the soul and body naked

If I want to talk to God
I have to accept the pain
I have to eat the bread
That the devil kneaded
I have to become a dog
I have to lick the floor
Of the palaces, of the castles
Sumptuous of my dream
I have to see myself sad
I have to find myself dreadful
And despite such a big evil
Cheer up my heart

If I want to talk to God
I have to venture
I have to climb to the heavens
Without ropes to hold on
I have to say goodbye
Turn my back, walk
Decided, by the road
That at the end, will lead to nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Of what I thought I would find

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