III Lyrics

Sam nie wiem
Misterium czy gnojowisko?

You don't know yourself
Mystery or dung?
Will enslaved in shackles of incapacity of the little mind
Anarchy of senses with no chance for change of rule
A handful of doctrinaire theories with no foundations
Refined and impressive
As castles built in the air
Added to boundless helplessness
This is what you may have at your disposal

while you thought that life was a touch of heaven

And you saw the green of meadows
And you believed the sound of One Word
And you breathed the scent of raspberries
And you were unafraid of ridicule
And there was no danger
And there was no fear

For you thought that SOMETHING was protecting you against EVERYTHING

What about today???