They were poor men, like you, like me;
they'd been casting their nets in the lake
or collecting taxes at the gates of the city.
I remember that amongst them all
there was not even a learned man,
and the one whom they called Master
was dead and buried in a tomb.
If you feel a breeze from heaven,
a wind shaking the doors,
listen, it's a voice that is calling you,
inviting you to travel afar.
There's a fire arising
in him who is waiting,
in him who cherishes
hopes of love.
They had a heart in their breast, like you, like me,
gripped by a fear cold as ice,
eyes that were dry, unable to cry anymore
and faces pale with fever and fear.
They surely were thinking about their lost friend,
about the woman left at the door of the house,
about the cross standing at the top of the hill.
If you feel a breeze from heaven…
And the wind shook the door of the house,
it entered wildly into the room,
and they had eyes and voices of fire;
they rushed out to sing their joy in the street.
Man, you who wait hidden in shadow,
the voice that is calling is really for you;
it brings you joy, it brings you good news:
the Kingdom of God has already come!
If you feel a breeze from heaven…

You are the light of the world,
you are the light, the light of the world,
the light of the world.
It cannot be hidden,
a city on a hilltop.
It cannot be hidden,
a city on a hilltop;
nor is a lamp lit
to be put under a tub,
but it is put on the lampstand,
so it may shine on all those in the house.
In the same way may your light shine
in the sight of men,
so they may see your works
and give glory to your Father in heaven.
You are the light of the world,
you are the light, the light of the world,

You are my hope, O Lord,
and I shall not be disappointed.
With your glory you have created us;
in your mercy you have raised us up.
You have pulled me out of the depth of Sheol,
from the mouth of death you have snatched me.
You have pulled me out of the depth of Sheol,
from the mouth of death you have snatched me
because I have believed in your Messiah
and that he is the Lord, I have confessed.
You have given us the great sign,
the mystery hidden from the angels,
to make war by your word
and to come back victorious from the nations.
You have pulled me out…
You are my hope, O Lord,
and I shall not be disappointed.
You are my hope, O Lord,
and I shall not be disappointed!

If you are risen with Christ,
seek the things of above,
where Christ is,
where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.
Aspire to the things of heaven,
and not to those of the earth.
You have died,
you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God.
If you are risen with Christ…
And when Christ is manifested, who is your life,
then you also will be manifested with him in glory.
If you are risen with Christ…