Active spirit in my heart was destructive and powerless. It wandered searching for food, but it found nothing. Now it is small essence, hopelessly useless and sick. It asks forgiveness from me, but I’ve got nothing to forgive.
It’s a beautiful sun It’s a beautiful sun What the hell are you doing now? (x4)
Clap me on the shoulder again. Tell me that I’m your friend. Say that you regret so that we can both be free We are able to fall down, but we can't get up again. When will it all terminate? I can't wait any more!
It’s beautiful sun It’s beautiful sun What the hell are you doing now? (x4)
When somebody is afraid he recalls there is God The fear lives in each of us and we try to escape from it. It is very difficult. It takes away all strength. Soon everyone will understand, that it is useless.
It’s beautiful sun It’s beautiful sun What the hell are you doing now? (x4)