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…