Zamiast Edyta Geppert Cover dedicated to my Mother

Thou, Lord, you have so much time,
In clouds and blue is your home
But on my head is a lot of troubles
And for all this I got just one life.
And since you know everything better
Because you see us from above
So tell me why I feel it so,
That sometimes I just want to sit and cry...
I don't complain to my fate.
I am meek like a lamb.
But I just hope
That you know what are you doing, Lord.
How many sins I have - who knows ...
For counting them I do not have the head
All them you will forgive me anyway,
Because you are not so petty.
But why to the gates of paradise
You are leading me such winding way
And why you experience me so
As if you'd want to make me saint.
I do not want to complain to my fate
I do not ask for more than you can give me
But I still have a hope ...
That you know what you are doing, God.
This life will pass like a bad dream
As tragicomedy, as a drama
And when I awake, I will sigh...
That all this was perhaps ... instead of.
But for now I remain in turmoil
I count the gray years on the fingers
And just for moments I think briefly
that I'm not here for punishment...
Today I feel like an ant when
Someone's shoe tramplings her anthill.
Why you gave me the faith in the miracle
But then you've took all this away.
I do not complain to my fate
Although I know how it will be tomorrow morning
So much I wanted to say to you
Instead of ... bedtime prayer.