| I don't play games where they talk about love | 
| The ringing of glass figurines is sweet, but not eternal. | 
| Remembering childhood, I look from the mainland, | 
| As stars-ships sink in the sky. | 
| Under the mask, as always, I will hide my pain | 
| And I will make a prayer. | 
| Chorus: | 
| God, give me a piece of heaven and wine and bread, | 
| For my life to continue, you see everything. | 
| God, give me a piece of happiness to divide into parts | 
| I hear a voice close to my heart, I hear it with my heart. | 
| It's better to smile if it's too late to shed tears, | 
| But maybe it's not too late for me to fall in love. | 
| Under the mask, as always, I will hide my pain | 
| And I will make a prayer. | 
| Chorus: | 
| God, give me a piece of heaven and wine and bread, | 
| For my life to continue, you see everything. | 
| God, give me a piece of happiness to divide into parts | 
| I hear a voice close to my heart, I hear it with my heart. | 
| I hear with my heart. | 
| Under the mask, as always, I will hide my pain | 
| And I will make a prayer. | 
| Chorus: | 
| God, give me a piece of heaven and wine and bread, | 
| For my life to continue, you see everything. | 
| God, give me a piece of happiness to divide into parts | 
| I hear a voice close to my heart, I hear it with my heart. | 
| I hear with my heart. |