LATE
Hasn't he always been cornered?
As if before
Didn't he hit us in the back?
This is the first blow, not the first.
We fell, yes, but didn't we get up?
Haven't we always challenged life?
You keep it fresh
What have we not been through
Of course, this is too late.
See, see the day of hope
Oh oh we'll play the bells then
Those flower days are very close believe me
Gradually as it comes
Everything has an end, this ordeal will end
Oh oh we'll play the bells then
Those flower days are very close believe me
