Towards the sky the bitter moans
Of the mourning bells take flight
Monks are crying, monks are sobbing
Love they have lost
Jumping in a dance, pulling up their robes
From dawn til dusk and dusk til dawn
Staring at the skies and through books searching
For what is left of real love
But where does it live, the Eternal Love?
I will always be ready for it
Eternal Love, an unsoiled dream
An untouched silence
The Pope of Rome broke all the Icons
And the Vatican he blew
Torturing his sight, searching for the sign
And cursing Islam
But you can't bring back the Eternal Love
Blind flag of idiots
Eternal Love, an unsoiled dream
An untouched silence
But where does it live, the Eternal Love?
I will always be ready for it
Eternal Love, an unsoiled dream
An untouched silence