If I let awareness coming unsound Put an end to the sadness that gathers around I'll glide away from blindness and temptations of glory Where all camouflage is useless to comfort me Smiling in heaven, Smiling at last If I let happiness speaking in sounds, Burn out the darkness that glitters down profusely, To overcome my shyness and sensations of impurity Where synthetic pleasures are worseless to heal me Smiling in heaven, Smiling at last.