You wouldn’t praise if you didn’t know how to curse,
Only those who cry know how to smile
You wouldn’t love today if it wasn’t for your groaning
If it wasn’t for your crying you would not carry light in your eyes.
If you didn’t bind your own wound.
Your hand would not anoint the wounds of strangers.
You wouldn’t yearn for pieces of heaven
If you would not carry a shard of hell in you.
Because you can’t rise from the dust without falling face down in the bitterness of it.
And if you’re brought to live in today’s song
It is because you were dying in last night’s tear.
You wouldn’t yearn for pieces of heaven
If you would not carry a shard of hell in you.
Because you can’t rise from the dust without falling face down in the bitterness of it.
And if you’re brought to live in today’s song
It is because you were dying in last night’s tear.
---- written by Rady Gyr
---------translated by Emanuela Robinson
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