Don't ask the world what it's heading to
Because, perish the thought, it will tell the truth
Instead of questioning, from the beads of rosary
Create a prayer for her health
What is supposed to go by, will go by
And what is supposed to hurt, will hurt to the blood
Peter said:
Quo vadis Domine
Quo vadis Domine
Quo vadis Domine
Where are you leading to, Lord...?
About the destination and the sense don't ask the world
Though it knows what will be and what has passed
Instead of questioning, pray for the summer
And for the bread-scented love
What is supposed to go by, will go by
And what is supposed to hurt, will hurt to the blood
Peter said:
Quo vadis Domine
Quo vadis Domine
Quo vadis Domine
Where are you heading to, Lord...?
Don't ask the world for the prescriptions,
Which will cure the whole humanity
Instead of questioning, rather ask with whispering
For the only one's smile
What is supposed to go by, will go by
And what is supposed to hurt, will hurt to the blood
Peter said:
Quo vadis Domine
Quo vadis Domine
Quo vadis Domine
Where are you heading to, Lord...?