| In disputes about the will dutifully demolished the whips, | 
| Those who gave a vow in the sum from the sum and prison, | 
| Those who knew gold, now accustomed to copper | 
| Who are we? | 
| who are we? | 
| who are we? | 
| Lies and flattery reigned for many years, | 
| Waiting for poison, dagger, tight string, | 
| But from the pedestals who stepped onto the scaffolds | 
| Who you are? | 
| Who you are? | 
| Who you are? | 
| Those who did not fall with a hymn, but believed only in spells. | 
| Eternal cunning in the frame of holy simplicity, | 
| Save the shrine from the flames and abuse | 
| Who are you? | 
| Who are you? | 
| Who are you? | 
| Who are we, repairing the court is not averse? | 
| Who are you, blinded by tears? | 
| Who are you, burnt loving? | 
| Who are you, forgetting yourself? | 
| Lies for the salvation and grief of those walking along the edge, | 
| Pity for the one who is overwhelmed by the noose of being, | 
| You can ask, but I don't know the answer | 
| Who am I? | 
| Who am I? | 
| Who am I? | 
| Who are we, repairing the court is not averse? | 
| Who are you, blinded by tears? | 
| Who are you, burnt loving? | 
| Who are you, forgetting yourself? | 
| Who are we, repairing the court is not averse? | 
| Who are you, blinded by tears? | 
| Who are you, burnt loving? | 
| Who are you, forgetting yourself? | 
| Who are you, forgetting yourself? | 
| Who are you, forgetting yourself? | 
| Who? |