My pen , breath holy holy ,
My ink shout mimo mimo,
My blank pages shout jesu kristi .
My breath dance in holy steps ,
My legs are shaken by the fire ,
I can\'t seem to stand.
My eyes sees nothing but clouds,
My mouth is shut,
My words are like fire.
My nose breath in coal ,
And breath out holy flames ,
My breath is fire.
My hand are yet free from him.
He holds them like my inner though ,
Giving me instructions.
My ears are filled with unknown words,
My ears burns with words,
Ready to be shared to it\'s receiver.
My legs seem to move ,
But a step at a time, as though I\'m climbing a ladder
My stomach gamble
It\'s on fire,
I have been feed the with holy food.
my mouth brings out fire
Then the sound of mimọ comes ,
Olurun, Jésù, olurun Mósè.
My eyes brings out tears ,
I no longer feel the world ,
I\'m as though a living dead .
My heart ponder
The sound of music Increase the Fire
The talking drum is not spared.
Oh this mighty feeling !
Where are you leading me?
When am I returning?