In the streets I am alone,
in the skies I see darkness.
I don't know where I must go:
I need to go back to the past.
In the day of Your pain,
when the veil was torn death consumed You,
but on the third day You rose again.
Show me which way to follow,
guide me to where I must go.
Your blood gave me life on the cross.
I can see the trail which to follow,
I can see the shining day.
The mask fell off my eyes.
Jesus, I can see You.