Standing humbly
More and more I feel the ground
Almost happy
But not strong enough to face
The sensitivity which came suddenly
Paralyzing moments of carefree existence
Gazing at a rainbow
I grasp the reality as true
As an old lady's prayer in a church
Tragedy of individuals
Tear the moments of reflections like dogs
Among the flowers
Warm evenings
Fresh glue on obituaries
Children wronged
Fathers' cries
Roads of destiny are covered with blood
Oh, my Lord
Teach me now
To live with it and sometimes not be concerned
I ask quietly
Tough questions have easy answers
Like clouds that yield to the mountains
Belief is like a road sign
To brave soldiers of life
Dark backgrounds are more spacious
Place to act, where I could be known
Blurred by a stream of real tears
And a brush of tedious reality
I'm almost happy travelling a rusty path
Like a phantom train disappearing after a while
Embraced by a rainbow, with eyes closed
I grasp the reality as true
As an old lady's prayer in a church
Thousands dead
Every day
Tear the moments of reflections like dogs
Among the flowers
Warm evenings
Fresh glue on obituaries
Children wronged
Fathers' cries
Roads of destiny are covered with blood
Oh, my Lord
Teach me now
To live with it and sometimes not be concerned
In my life there are fewer trivial questions now
In my dreams I do not hide, just simply rest
Travelling persistently to the fourth gate has taught me
That no evil can triumph over love and hope