I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I,
think,
I think I believe,
Don't worry,
don't lose yourself It's the moment you're about to pass,
If it's sad to be deprived,
Of your life, it's talking,
Where is your God,
Who looks at you in suffering?,
It's not you, the one who prays,
It's not you who has security,
Where is your God?,
Don't worry about these threats,
Be it hours, hours and nothing Machala will come,
Not if,
you believe, all that crowd cheer,
I don't know what the matter,
don't close your eyes forever,
even you made a million,
mistakes.

He's all ears and your voice and you can't do us away.

He's the guardian that keeps you from dying.

This thing is the one come over to be fun is beautiful.

Oh beautiful.

Oh, yeah.

No, he built.

I promise.

Oh,
yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Oh.