Gear up your Armour,
Polish that eyelid sword,
Because you cried a lot,
But in the heaven, it is alone
Tell me not to wind up the causes of pain,
You suffered, proud be,
The battle has ended,
Of life long suffering and surrendering,
Tell me, no flaw to surpass,
Than going along the shadow of the hour,
I want to embrace my, 'my',
Once again,
But this time,
Without a cry.
