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The black clothes that cover my body
Are the lock that closes the doors of love
My bloodshot eyes cry without knowing
The reason for the pain, without losing honor
I will hide my modesty, I will keep my choice
I have his voice stuck inside my head
I have engraved the cross of those who torment
The reason for the pain, without losing honor
I will hide my modesty, I will keep my choice
I tore my clothes and ran again
But in another direction
I sought the moment to escape from everything
And control the situation
But I still hear echoes that remind
Preacher, do not fail your mission
Years left behind, days losing value
Without seeing the awakening
Prayers I prayed
To try to see God
Your mission