The walls of the soul crack and a ray of light escapes
How beautiful to see the vine blooming in the wasteland.
Even a skeptical man carries with him a small prayer,
In the time of drought as we await the blessed rains.
Even if you are terribly worried,
Do not lose hope, believe in love,
There is no peace or tranquillity
You are frightened and bitter too,
I'm your brother, don't forget
Even if you are a little distant.
With closed eyes, I hear your voice
You invited me to the tent of your solitude,
We are small flames in a big bonfire
We forget, that in the time of a drought, everything burns and is consumed.
Even if you are terribly worried,
Do not lose hope, believe in love,
There is no peace or tranquillity
You are frightened and bitter too,
I'm your brother, don't forget
Even if you are a little distant
In a time of drought