You, Lord, have so much time
Flat in clouds and blue
And I have a lot of things on my mind
And for all this, one life
And since you know everything better
Because you look at us from a bird's eye view
Then tell me why it is so
That sometimes just sit and cry

I do not complain about my fate
I'm meek like a lamb
And I just hope that ...
That you probably know what you are doing
ladies
How many sins do I have? Who knows
And I have no head to count
You give me all of them anyway
You are not
Minute

But why me to the paradise of gates
You drive along such a winding road
And why do you still experience yes
As if you wanted to make a saint
I don't want to complain about my fate
I am not asking more than you can give
And I still hope that ...
That you probably know what you are doing
God

This life will pass like a bad dream
Like a tragifarsa, comedy drama
And when I wake up, I sigh - well
It was probably all instead
But I am still in turmoil
I count gray years on my fingers
And only sometimes a thought flashes
I'm not here for punishment

Today I feel like an ant when
A shoe is treading on her anthill
Why did you believe me in a miracle?
And then you took everything
I don't want to complain about my fate
Although I know how it will be tomorrow morning
That's all I wanted to tell you
Instead
Goodnight