The beggarly old man was sick and infirm He was standing alone on the road Miserable angel was visiting him Someone was crucified the day before They were talking for a long time And in tears they were walking to the sky And the holy son who brings no crime Came down carefully in the night He said then: he will return But now he must fly into the sky At last he said, they were listening taciturn Everybody will be saved by the light Mountains of god's depression rising up from the earth Master of passion is prepared for his birth. Mountains of god's depression rising into heavens The son came back soon and was glad He had come but his father was sad The chosen people offended his child The great creator was silent. And the angels were crying in scare In embrace of depressive smell Mighty father was thinking in care And devil was loathing in hell