[music]
we are all a little childish, you are not sick of the
one to
whom he came to call us, and only
then do we really grow up when, without
tears, we are able to realize the loss of happiness, the
collapse of hopes and faith in the specialness of
our exclusivity and the holy spheres pray for us
for all who have fallen,
who are alive and who is in the ranks of the
great holy campaign to ourselves
to the sacred in ourselves and may God grant us to become
a fraction of the people in which he is both in the heart and
in destiny