There is a swan-white curtain,
Somewhere within the sky.
It`s known of every sermon,
Every anguished cry -
The howls of hopeless people,
Frightened and alone.
There is a spotless silver mirror
That hangs within the moon.
It`s witness every winter,
The cities charred and ruined -
The herds of homeless people
Filling all the roads...
Some may pray to their mirrors,
Some may kneel before the sun.
Me, I say there`s a mirro
In the heart of everyone.
Bullets paint the blue distance.
The mirror`s stained from every gun.
Still, I say that it glistens
In the heart of everyone.
And there are golden whispers
Within the afternoon.
They`ve held the brothers, sister...
Felt the mothers` wounds.
The broken-hearted people,
Burying thei own...
Some may pray to their mirrors,
Some may kneel before the sun.
Me, I say there`s a mirro
In the heart of everyone.
Strike the bell, and we listen.
Light the candle, and we`re shown.
The gods themselves throwing incense,
As all the world begins to glow...
Such a flame, such a mirror,
In the heart of everyone.
Such a flame, such a mirror,
In the heart of everyone...