I look up at the sky every blessed night,
I look for God, because we would have a talk.
I wait silently for my turn with a heavy heart,
I know you have a lot to do up there.
And I just say softly to the star of the sky;
He could say a good word to the Lord's angel,
to whisper to the Good God quietly:
Lord!
There is something wrong with the world! Hear my prayer, I have no other request,
Help us, since He is God.
Man became man's wolf a long time ago,
Hatred took hold in many people's hearts.
homeless, orphans
on earth Lord, this world digs its own grave!
There are too many painful, ugly tears in the eyes.
Sir!
There is something wrong with the world! A mother leaves her child to its fate,
a man
sells his soul for money.
Innocent people die in the noise of wars.
I know very well, Lord,
you didn't want it that way.
Our sin is very great, which we must repent,
Forgive, I beg you, all our wickedness!
My supplicant ascends to the sky begging:
Lord! The world is over without you!
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