The ground is soaked in blood and silent are trees in Nazareth,
always for last and for first, like in unreal cabaret,
we are too weak in faith, even though Christ is dragged to the cross,
and if they kill the shepherd, split will be herd,
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crosses tower the moon and thorns welcome Messiah,
at the garden nightingales are singing, it's a night that awaits Judas,
the moon shimmers as nacre and though we pledge loyalty,
now, for second and for third, we Christ and ourselves deny,
we deny for first - hands still shiver
we deny for second - praising the despair
for third we deny just because - of habit,
and tears we swallow, weeping instead of cries,
The ground is soaked in blood, rooster crows in Galilee.
always again and always for first, with Peter we beg for hope,
we are too weak in faith and Holy truth is dragged to the cross,
and if they kill the shepherd, split will be herd,
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