Any possible nature of pity Has never existed, in you Now I am reflecting your shadow So, the children today are dying And in front of their bed Comes that fever which goes up to sleep They are going away So naively taken away by a natural horror And, amazed by it with no salvation As they were invisible and idiotic animals Too far from that heaven To believe in its soulful land Warn out like a few others Trembling Praying all this is not real