I will be waiting
With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling
Which I have foretold
He raises his arms tied
Above the oppressed
Singing his sweet song
His melody opens up the sun
Freedom rain
God has come
The rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins
She sleeps with her eyes closed
To dream of the past
Her mind has gone blind now
While her memory closes up the sun
Freedom rain
God has come
The rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins
Hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo
Yeah
I will be waiting
With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling
Which I have foretold
Hoo
