The earth is turning
the wheel of history is turning
nothing stands in the way of the light
With all of humanity, I bow my head
In my heart you are alive...
in my soul
What reason accepts, is right
The lies of the priest: blown away in the wind
And in the light of the suns
all fairy tales of yesterday have trickled away
The pitch in the pot
on the stove bubbles and boils
and in it, a man
who defies the devil in the garb of a priest...
The earth. 'And yet, it turns...! '
O Galilee!
Four hundred years
have passed and the days have arrived
and unmasked all chimerae
If you were alive
you could see it with your own eyes
how the inquisition was blown away, as if by the wind,
like a handful of feathers.
Neither fire nor pitch
no tyranny or officium sanctum
can kill
the human spirit!
What reason accepts, is right
The lies of the priest are blown away in the wind.