Today, I feel the tender breeze crossing my face,
Harmonized with the birds´ whisper.
Every time, that I feel this, I think maybe it might be the last time,
I can listen to mighty clashes shaking this sacred ground.

In the dark, the moon doesn’t cover this world with its splendor,
Because of there’s a lot of evil deep inside;
So I write, with a great pain in my heart, this sad but real poem;
If I just understood the reason of the destructive hand.

Every day I see less birds fly by
Every day I see less clouds crossing the sky.

Once again, my soul is fragile and I can’t understand anything,
Life silences its song in the presence of the spying death;
That’s why, my thoughts are as confused as the unbounded infinity,
I feel my soul is dying and it makes me cry.

CHORUS:
Oh! Fantastic thunder,
Light up my obscurity,
Magic enchanted light,
I need your might to defeat
Oh! Fantastic thunder,
I’m trying to understand,
Why do the pain and suffering
Oppress my heart?.