O Clone - Sob o Sol

Above our heads the Sun
Above our heads the light
Above our hands the creation
Above all, what matters most is the heart

Light of faith that guides the faithful
Through the desert without water and without bread
Turns stones into a river spring
Makes the sky rain down manna heavily

Break the clay vessel of your heart
With the best wine of your love
For the law wants it to be lost on the ground
And let the desert bloom at its feet

Watering the sands recreating the stream and the lights of
Eden of flowers
In the land of men of the circus of the relentless guardian angels of heaven
We dance the dance of life
On the stage of time, God's theater
Holy trees of dreams
The fruits of the mind are mine and yours
Our secrets kept
Finally revealed naked under the Sun
God's secrets so well kept
Finally revealed naked under the Sun