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 ?