I Was Angry at Adam

I was angry at Adam— I must speak of this plainly. He broke God's command— A curse fell upon us all.

But is this truly fair?— I ask the whole world! So why for Adam's sin Must we dig our graves today?!

That first sin of disobedience— Yes, he deserved his punishment. But I must ask: what have I to do with it?— The answer rests with the first family.

Who was meant to guard the Garden of Eden? —Adam, you must answer for it. But why am I answerable for you? Where is justice on this planet?

Adam did not guard the Garden of Eden. How did the serpent enter there? And why was Eve alone To pluck fruit from the tree so boldly?

Adam left Eve by herself, She hastens quickly to the tree. And the serpent no longer hides, Who could have stood up for Eve?

She cast doubt on the Creator's words, And Eve made her decision then, So simply she fed her husband... Why did she speak with the serpent?

Adam did not argue with his wife, By his own will he tasted the fruit. I want to ask you, Adam, one question: You sinned—so the accounting falls to you?

So why for you Does my whole family suffer? In labor must I earn my bread, Not forget the original sin?

For Eve our wives must answer, When they bring children into the world. From this we suffer, live not long— You two are answerable with Eve.

And you do not answer the question, Your sin's traces are seen everywhere...

Now I understand: I was wrong, We all have a sinful nature, Imagine if the serpent spoke with us, How would each of us act in that moment?

In life we are offered so often Forbidden fruit (everyone knows this!) Do we always answer with refusal, Or perhaps simply silence our conscience?

I'll just taste it once... Then I'll ask my conscience Not to judge so harshly, to be silent, And after that I'll start again from the beginning.

There are many temptations in this world, Look at it more broadly: You will be offered here and there Forbidden fruit beyond your years.

You often silence your conscience, When you taste forbidden fruit, Then you will say: It was Eve Who gave me the fruit straight from the tree.

We, brothers, all sin, And blame our wives, flee from God, For our own sin we must answer— And this we all must know.

Sometimes, like Adam we act, When we taste forbidden fruit. There is much forbidden fruit, We do not judge ourselves so strictly.

I'll just take a small bite, I sinned today, tomorrow I'll forget it all. And there is no tear of repentance in us, We do not think of punishment.

Yes, the fruit is sweet and fair to see, And the devil's voice is clear to us. Of course, we justify ourselves, Yes, life is hard, we know.

Sin is not fearful if just a little, The main thing here is not to overdo it...

So we play games with our conscience, We forget God's promises, And if anything goes wrong—Adam is to blame, We shouldn't pluck fruit from the tree.

What else I want to say— For Adam's sin God came to suffer, He acts justly, When He washes away Adam's sin.

God gave us salvation, He nailed sins to the tree, We will not accuse Adam... How to stand firm against temptation?

And if there is no answer to this— Do not blame him for it!