Thou, Lord, you have so much time, In clouds and blue is your home But on my head is a lot of troubles And for all this I got just one life. And since you know everything better Because you see us from above So tell me why I feel it so, That sometimes I just want to sit and cry... I don't complain to my fate. I am meek like a lamb. But I just hope That you know what are you doing, Lord. How many sins I have - who knows ... For counting them I do not have the head All them you will forgive me anyway, Because you are not so petty. But why to the gates of paradise You are leading me such winding way And why you experience me so As if you'd want to make me saint. I do not want to complain to my fate I do not ask for more than you can give me But I still have a hope ... That you know what you are doing, God. This life will pass like a bad dream As tragicomedy, as a drama And when I awake, I will sigh... That all this was perhaps ... instead of. But for now I remain in turmoil I count the gray years on the fingers And just for moments I think briefly that I'm not here for punishment... Today I feel like an ant when Someone's shoe tramplings her anthill. Why you gave me the faith in the miracle But then you've took all this away. I do not complain to my fate Although I know how it will be tomorrow morning So much I wanted to say to you Instead of ... bedtime prayer. W klipie użyłem fragmenty filmu Andrzeja Szafiańskiego "Tatarak" z 1965 r. Zaznaczam, że nie posiadam praw licencyjnych do utworu muzycznego jak również do użytego w klipie materiału filmowego, aczkolwiek celem realizacji tego filmiku nie były korzyści materialne lecz wyłącznie potrzeba artystycznej ekspresji.