Like a stone of Sisyphus upwards
We are constantly rolling our days ...
Overwhelmed with care, worries ...
And with a lot of superfluity ...
Day after day we clutter with things -
New clothes, shoes, cars ...
As if with them we will live here forever! ...
And death will surround us ...
Perhaps only in an hour of separation
With someone close to the hereafter,
We ask how pleased we are
The children, the flowers and the sun ...
Rivers, grasses, trees ...
Bees, animals, birds ...
On the moon, the stars ... the sea ...
On the arm, our hand gripping ...
How many times have we thanked
The Life-giving Creator,
That we are healthy that we walk that we breathe?
We are blinded by discontent!
Reckless, with a grown soul,
We call our passion "love".
And sin lures us with cunning,
Like little kids - with a candy ...
And they travel the luxury trains
With many seduced to hell ...
Only some wisely walk ...
They look forward to the Creator.
Goodbye and Kisses ...