Ur Dagen drar Han natten
ur natten dagen
Avlägsnar levande från döda
döda från levande
What happens to the seed
sown in the ground
your hands cannot make it grow
Look up and hold your stare
do you see any defect?
Sure you say people work for living
What about all the animals on the planet?
What kind of a degree do they hold that puts
food on their plates?
Shame on you for ever denying the truth
Regret upon regret
The day noT one allowed to speak but he who is permitted
is around the corner
and numbers will noT save you
from that which your hands have put forth
I'm not sure if they hear
I Count on the fact that through some stones gush the water
then are those with smooth and blank Surface
nothing ever remains on them after the winds pass them by