Songs to God IV (The Origin and Anger) Lyrics

(Andrzej Jarzęcki)


Birth
Constant windless.
We - people...
We are - where is our father?
Where is a god?
Are we deserted? We've bodies and libiols
Orphans without father we'll be a gods!
That we are - we powerfull!!!
We shout it to heavens, w want hearing his
Angry
But he?
We leaving this place with shout oneself
Deserting, trambling.
And we had hope.
But god only generated us.
He punishment us quietly, but mercilles and
Incompromising
That is why because we shoot to him,
Want to be with him, missing for him.
Silence is his punishment to us.
Enough! We don't want wait more and more!
We'll be gods oneself!
We must believe in ourself!
Tremble god, yours weak brothers get up!
We create our beliefe without hope
Yours indifference our beliefe will be strong
And then we evict you from our hearts.
We - yours children - we are thirsty your love
But you never given us it
You never given us certificate that you are,
You can onle terrify and punishment.
That's enough! We'll be grow!
And then we punishment you for oblivion
Such like you forget about as.