Sopra

Blow, oh, oh, oh, oh
Blow, oh, oh, oh, oh

It's not enough to stand, you'll have to walk
The Spirit of life will begin to blow
Blow, oh, oh, oh, oh
Blow, oh, oh, oh, oh

It's not enough to stand, you'll have to walk
The Spirit of life will begin to blow

A commotion started in the middle of the valley
If you joined each bone to its bone
And the prophet prophesied that they would come upon them
Nerve, flesh, skin, for this is the Lord's order

A large army arose and prepared itself
And once again the voice of God, the prophet, and the Lord
For they were standing, and the prophet Ezekiel lacked life any longer
God ordered

Prophesy, come from the four winds oh Spirit
Prophesy, come and blow upon this place
It comes from the four corners and blows upon them
For now they will be resurrected

Prophesy, come from the four winds oh Spirit
Prophesy, come and blow upon this place
I don't know if you can feel it, but it's already started here
The Wind of the Spirit has already begun to blow

Blow, oh
Blow, oh
It's not enough to stand, you'll have to walk
The Spirit of life will begin to blow