A keresés eredménye

The Glory of the World

There comes the storm:
I can hear the wind blowing...
Blowing behind the mountains.
Oh, how I wish I could know
Whether the promised
Night of liberation, has arrived!
Whether these singing winds
Are the end of darkness!
 
Behind us, nothing was left...
 
[Chorus:]
The glory of the world,
Hallelujah!
Is within the mystery of Our Lord.
The glory od the world,
Hallelujah!
Hail, in the kingdom of love...
 
Tomorrow, early in the morning,
Children shall play...
They shall play on that beach.
Oh, how I wish I could know
Whether they'll smile under the sun
Above the sky of my homeland