Who decides the luck
Of the child who comes?
My God, what is the meaning
Of such a fate?

You, you didn't deserve any of this
Neither the pain nor the trial
My child, in your way of the cross
You are not alone

Tell me your dreams, tell me your ideas
May your light in us be lit
Tonight, we raise our glasses to your health
You, the sick one, you have healed us
You, the sick one, you have healed us

We can believe in all the Gods of the world
And not understand them
I ask the sky for a second
A break without waiting

You, you're weak and so strong at the same time
You're more alive than me
You're the color in these white walls
You're the joy in these cold walls

Tell me your dreams, tell me your ideas
May your light in us be lit
Tonight, we raise our glasses to your health
You, the sick one, you have healed us
You, the sick one, you have healed us

You're the sun in December
You're the warmth in the night
There are a thousand childhoods to defend
Far too many cries

Tell me your dreams, tell me your ideas
May your light in us be lit
Tonight, we raise our glasses to your health
You, the sick one, you have healed us (you have healed us)
You, the sick one, you have healed us (you have healed us)
You, the sick one, you have healed us (you have healed us)
You, the sick one, you have healed us

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