God, give us the new tranquillity
For being able to agree with the things that cannot be changed
Give us the new will for being able to change the things that can be changed
And wisdom for distinguishing one thing from the other.
More and more, there are few people left, which could
Be truely happy for other people’s happiness
But, if you take it the other way, it seems that
Discovering good things, is always easy, but doing them, is hard.
You offer a hand to other, giving something
You are deffinitely looking is somebody is watching or not
Telling proudly your name, in his mind, to God
While you are longing for much more, then you gave.
Give, say old men
Who have various decades of years, than fingers
They, too, received as a gift, wings with whom, unfortunatelly
Nobody tought them to fly.
You run for a lifetime, in order to make a home only yours
So that, at the end, you don’t even get to live in it.
Looking at everything, as if it was a purely human dream
We dream about and to others, they (the dreams) come true
We need tranquillity, for being able to agree
With the things that we are not able to change anymore
And for the ones that can be changed, You give us the will
And wisdom in order to distinguish between them.
Love the person next to you – did we learn a long time ago
Knock and the door shall open for you – sounds familiar to us
We ignore our people, we disrespect our siblings
We don’t understand ourselves, but we do want others to understand us.
It seems that even the months have more Mondays than Saturdays
And the sun seems not to have the old smiles
Or maybe even doing something good to somebody must be well done
From the heart, without a reason and so that nobody sees you.
The world is full of mankind, but not of human beings
See, what you sow, doesn’t grow anymore
You would also like to be a part from the twins
But, practically you don’t find somebody with whom you would like to sow.
We live transitory through what we receive from our around
But we’ll live forever only through what we give
And we should hurry, because life is borrowed
The more, the less it remains, the less is even more.