There is always hope even when it seems very bad.    Far from the southern vulcanic sirens comes the hope through the winds...      Don't try to talk, don't even try to move   You are too weak to think, or try to pull it through   We are the good ones, and we surely know the way   To give you better words you could ever say      We know how you should live your life   Here are the details, you will see...      You must remember, you're nothing without us   Alone down there, you just don't have the guts   But with our help, you're the saint of the land   If you're in trouble, we give our helping hand      In our world there's no need to cry   'cos our spirit can live forever   With our trust, with our goodness, there's no need to die   It's the world of hypocrates      Believe in me there's no need to cry   'cos our spirit can live forever   With our trust, with our goodness, there's no need to die   It's the world of hypocrates