I beat the drums and call Your name
An echo wringing in the high skies
For nothing ever sounded so wise
Do you doubt the words of the wise
The letters that formed Your name
The ones praised by all to the skies
Feeling like they are far away, the skies
There in the high tower with the wise
No one utters the letter that are Your name
– and remind me again about the wise in the skies that speak Your name.
