I know what a blind can see,
When he flaps his wings on the barren land,
When he searches for a drop in the Arabian sands,
When he hears the voice of a melodious song,
And night just goes long and long,
I know what a blind can see…
When he adores the flowers in the garden green,
When the dark night glistens in the lips of his dream,
When he dances with the devils of his unknown time,
How difficult it is then to make life rhyme,
I know what a blind can see,
When he sings in the dawn and the day is a dream,
I know what a blind can see,
I know what a blind can see…