SOLO MINOR
1, 2, 3, piano keys stay together,
each is beautiful but together they sound better.
To revive they need someone to play on them,
God who knows how, Who knows the harmony. Hm?
We need Him, He knows the melody,
to put His hands on them, white, black keys play accordingly.
It's hard to be small, instead of come together,
we rather play our solo minor -- forever.
My happines, my head, my flag and my nation,
my wife, my holy war is righteous.
Me and mine and my God.
Me and mine and my God.
Me and mine and my God.
And my God.
God bless this ones and let Him curse the others,
only because they call You by a different name?
Because they built their house on a foreign land?
But hey, under the same Sun, same pain, same drama.
Same birth, same old-age, same school, same coffin,
same tears on a funeral, same color of a blood,
under the same Milky way
and tell me which religion are you when your body fades away?
And please, don't tell me, dearest brothers, that you forget
that the Lord likes just the ones with the same mark on their forhead.
Well, who's corps falls down?
And like you care about the stickers:
white, black, women, man, Muslem and Christian.
Colorful labels, bar-codes, random words.
Me and mine and my God.
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