Not being able to see even the new era

[The world is] enveloped by the turbid sky

Since walking out of the spring of souls

[I live] under the dirty skyscrapers

Until the day the remaining blessings run out

Until the day the beautiful flowers wither

The mother of new souls Messiah

The ancient relief relates

Mother of love

Miracle, [come] now [and] Save me Where should I go What should I do

Dawn, [come] now [and] Save me Where should I go What should I do

Dawn, [come] now [and] Lead me I want love I want to be loved