This won't last long,
This strange sensation
Which carries us to face
The darkest moment in our lives.
No, no: this won't last long,
Like a fast rain,
Like a train which is passing
This will be fast: very soon
This won't exist anymore!
It is not easy to rise up from the grave,
It is not easy to understand that we,
We aren't zombies, but alive human beings!
Alive and happy human beings!
Alive and prosperous human beings!
Alive and healthy human beings!
This sensation of being putrid
This sensation of smelling bad
This is just because in the concentration field
The death walks like a goddess!
But this really won't last long,
The sun very soon will come
And he will bring life, abundant life,
And all the flowers will bloom
And in all the garden the roses
Will celebrate the arriving of the spring
Dancing a beautiful waltz!
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