Visā visumā visums ir viss [English translation]

They got used to medicine, to the enemy's cudgel

To sky showers, they got used to them

But God wasn't as pure and perfect as it once seemed

He doesn't give us eternal peace

A daily, godly, devilish morning dawns

Over the tops of our heads full of emptiness

And the realization that the soul still trembles

Dawns for the baccalaureates of knowledge

Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh

In all the universe the universe is all

Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh

Behind the window, a spider weaves its web

And all crosses are half-felt

Even those that we ourselves carry

And our daily naphthalene and dusts

Mix together with our daily sausages

A daily, godly, devilish morning dawns

Over the tops of our heads full of emptiness

And the realization that the soul still trembles

Dawns for the baccalaureates of knowledge

Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh

In all the universe the universe is all

Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh

Behind the window, a spider weaves its web