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 ?