I've seen
The people my age going away
In the roads that never lead anywhere
Looking for the dream that leads to madness
While looking for something that they don't find
In the world they already have
In the nights that are bathed by wine
In the rooms that are transformed by pills
In smoke clouds
In the world made of cities
Opposing or swallowing
Our tired civilization
It's a God that is dead
Along roadsides, God is dead
In cars paid by installments, God is dead
In Summer myths, God is dead
I've been told
That this generation now doesn't believe
In what is often masked by faith
In the eternal myths of the homeland and of the hero
Because it's finally time to reject
All falsehoods
The faiths made of habits and fear
Political work that's just careerism
Self-absorbed conformism
The dignity full of emptiness
The hypocrisy of those who always
Back the winning side and never the losing one
It's a God that is dead
In killing fields, God is dead
With race myths, God is dead
With confederate hate, God is dead
But I think
That this generation of mine is ready
For a new world and for a newborn hope
For a future that they already have in their hands
For an uprising without weapons
Because now we all know
That if God dies, it's for three days
And then he rises again
In what we believe, God is risen again
In what we want, God is risen again
In the world we'll build, God is risen again