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 antyhing 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?