On the wings of a storm

Flies a bird to warn

Time is swiftly running out

Soon the end will be born

The bird came from her home

This world to tell you alone

You can have what you wish

If you sell what you own

I went down to L'America

To see his love L'America

Many firelights shining down from the lady above

Screaming out of her bosom her death from the sons

This bird is a dove

The brings tidings of

If He died for your sins

Then He died for your love

The bird came from her home

This world to tell you alone

You can have what you wish

If you sell what you own