I’m sending to heaven right into the deep
All the questions, all hopes, and there,
Across the diamond sparks a plane has left a scar,
As if it has scooped up the sky – handle it yourself!
Everybody shall get according to the deeds - they had it coming.
My job is to attach sails to the words,
To sing about how easy is the way, if it leads to the dream,
And to leave those, who've started moving on - handle it yourself!
Who has done good for others -
A little amount, even a gramm,
Not because he was driven by fear
To boil in devils’ cauldrons;
Who has found the answers in love,
And assessed each hour by it,
Without waiting that then
A reward would be given?
Such people are few, but they do exist.
Therefore, there’s a place for miracles.
The indifferent world shows its grin –
Handle it yourself!
The sky sent me the answer:
Not voices, but a dark streak has ranged there
Through the night like a scar –
Handle it yourself! [x8]