My God, what's the meaning
You didn't deserve any of this
Neither the pain nor the ordeal
My child, in your way of the cross
Tell me your dreams, tell me your ideas
Let your light in us be lit
Tonight, we raise our glasses to your health
You, the sick one, you took care of us
You, the sick one, you took care of us
We can believe in all the Gods in the world
And not understanding them
I ask the sky for a second
You are weak and so strong at the same time
You are alive more than me
You are the color in these white walls
You are the joy in these cold walls
Tell me your dreams, tell me your ideas
Let your light in us be lit
Tonight, we raise our glasses to your health
You, the sick one, you took care of us
You, the sick one, you took care of us
You are the sun in December
You are the heat in the night
There are a thousand childhoods to defend
Tell me your dreams, tell me your ideas
Let your light in us be lit
Tonight, we raise our glasses to your health
You, the sick one, you took care of us
You, the sick one, you took care of us
You, the sick one, you took care of us
You, the sick one, you took care of us