It's an alarming hour of troubles

It's an alarming hour of troubles Rozcharuvan and Vtrat Let me know, God, De is an enemy, and de is a brother. We will grow up, What in the word is farce and mincemeat, Let me, God, make me understand, It's true, it's false. I won’t weep in the dark, To become a sage, I just want to know De mask, de face. When it's foggy and dark, Marveling at the surroundings, May God grant you to sing, Where is the essence, and where is the mirage? To die and fly The soul of knowledge and knowledge, Let your heart feel, De gra, a de LOVE.