You are so blind,
when you think you are prooved
against anything bad,
’cause your belief is so strong.
Where’ s your saviour
for all incurable who fell sick ?
Where’ s this damned god,
to which they all daily pray ?
Where’ s this damned god ?
Day by day,
you’ re searching for an excuse.
Day by day,
questions attack your godfearing soul:
«Is there a saviour ?
Is there something above all?
Is it existing —
this realm of immortal love ?»
The weird ways of existance —
are driving you mad !
The weird wys of existance —
are piercing your soul !
«When I am dead am I in heaven,
or am I in hell ?
Or is there nothing at all,
who is able to tell ?
The coffin, worms inside our flesh —
is that our destination ?
The rotten corpse inside a grave
led me to a hesitation !»
You are so blind,
when you think you are prooved
against anything bad,
’cause your belief is so strong.
Where’ s your saviour
for all incurable who fell sick ?
Where’ s this damned god,
to which they all daily pray ?