You ask yourself for me,
In your innocence that will flee
"Am I a son of God,
Who could merit his loving nod?"

I wish for him to be my father,
To fall asleep on his welcoming shoulder.
I need his light to see my sins,
To cleanse totally my rusted skin.

Now I'm ready to call him Papa,
To dwell in his lands and bathe in his seas,
And to the devil I bid goodbye,
Up in the heavens I will happily fly.