Ich troje - S.O.S.

What is the value of human life?
Do you want to try to find the answer?
How many people are sentenced by God to loss
Through various, contrived illnesses?

How many hearts will be broken?
How much tears will be shed by relatives?
Of these lost ones, crossed out by God,
Our loved sisters and brothers.

How many volcanic eruptions
And crushing earthquakes will there be?
What the hell do thousand churches do,
Can’t they stop that slaughter?

(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) Everything scares us!
(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) Exposing oneself isn’t worth!
(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) There is nothing to wait up to!
(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) All we have to do now is running away from here immediately!
But where to?! Where?!

How to convince Christ
To speed up another salvation?
How to stop all floods and wars?
How to stop that terrible anguish?

How dare you punishing us for Eve?
We don’t care for Adam’s fault.
We’re not a toy, nor a doll;
We don’t drink champagne for relatives’ death.

Though we’re powerless and faithless,
And the hope is laughing out of us all,
We want to fight until the end for life,
(So as) You have created us – respect us then!

(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) Everything scares us!
(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) Exposing oneself isn’t worth!
(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) There is nothing to wait up to!
(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) All we have to do now is running away from here immediately!
But where to?! Where?!

You’re Almighty Lord, The Creator of the world!
Raise Your all-powerful hand, and then, say at least one word
And protect us from injustice! I beg You!
I can’t eye silently on flies-covered stomachs anymore.
Though AIDS didn’t kill me,
Though my brother is a murderer, though I wasn’t on my relatives’ funeral,
I would like to find myself with them, without pain, anguish and fear.. In heaven!

(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) Everything scares us!
(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) Exposing oneself isn’t worth!
(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) There is nothing to wait up to!
(S.O.S., S.O.S.!) All we have to do now is running away from here immediately!
But where to?! Where?!