‍‍I am blind,
My sight I cannot find,
I sit at the roadside,
Begging the passers, with my hands open wide,
Awaiting the day my sense will be found,
Wondering how long this torment will abound,
Then he comes, he passes by me,
I hear the voices of one, two and three,
It is the man who performs miracles, as far as the eyes can see,
Such a good man, anyone would...