Is dear to Him in whom we do believe,
For meeting friends we say: «Praise be to God»...
O Lord I grieve...
But there is also something else I miss,
That’s something different, equally naive;
Though I have no idea where that is...
O Lord I grieve...
And for the griefless time of thoughtlessness,
For those who never fancy to deceive,
And take each no for no and yes for yes...