Oh God, oh God, listen from heaven to my pain, that I want to speak for a day, to break my silence, O God, tell yourself, why did you make me? In this prison of sorrow, why did you throw me?
Why doesnt the door open to me wherever I go? Why does it break like glass everywhere? Oh God, say something, if the flesh is with me, what is it that is setting my heart on fire?
Oh God, oh God, listen from heaven to my pain, that I want to speak for a day, to break my silence, O God, tell yourself, why did you make me? In this prison of sorrow, why did you throw me?
