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?