all I see around me 
makes my sorrow stronger 
the sky is crying on my land 
all which was still shining 
has now [bad word] darker 
the tears of angel are falling ... 
in my hands

R 
but I feel the breath of heaven 
reviving the embers of my dying heart 
shining like stars in the night 

all cold ashes and dust 
have blackened the green plain 
the sun will sweep (the) shadow 
all this blood on my ground 
is now washed by this rain(ou bien "is washed by a sweet rain") 
the world will always rebirth...
i know 

R
and I feel the breath of heaven 
reviving the embers of my dying heart 
shining like stars in the night.