| You wish you were a bird | |
| As they carry you away | |
| On wings as white as snow | |
| You would glide through the heights | |
| Magdalena | |
| Magdalena | |
| Magdalena | |
| You know the truth | |
| Magdalena | |
| Magdalena | |
| Magdalena | |
| But who are you | |
| Now take off your masquerade | |
| Its time to reach a higher state | |
| This is your very own crusade | |
| Else you take on your people's fate | |
| You lead them through the black decay | |
| To find the golden hills fro to love | |
| With a golden tongue you're blessed | |
| Know your sins will be confessed | |
| Like an old true naked bliss | |
| Your secret is your gift | |
| Magdalena | |
| Magdalena | |
| Magdalena | |
| You know the truth | |
| Magdalena | |
| Magdalena | |
| Magdalena | |
| But who are you | |
| Now take off your masquerade | |
| Its time to reach a higher state | |
| This is your very own crusade |