I'll be waiting   With a song in my soul   A fortunate weakling   Which I have foretold      He raises his arms tied   Above the opressed   Singing this sweet song   His melody openes up the sun      Freedom rained   God has come   The rivers of blood   Pushed back in my veins      She sleeps with her eyes closed   To dream of the past   Her mind has gone blind now   While her memory closes up the sun      Freedom rained   God has come   The rivers of blood   Pushed back in my veins