Child screaming, hot smoke burning
Lahar and storms werehed away
This is not a punishment, just one cue
That we must clean up a lot
Indeed, if we examine further
In confusion, there are still many hands
Who would do nista ... oh
God must have reckoned
Amal and sin that we do
Where else are we hiding?
Only to Him we return
No one will be able to answer
Come, just bow to Him
hooo ... hooo
hooo
We must fight to fight ourselves
Reflecting and reflecting a lot
God is here in this soul
Try to make him smile ... ho
