I saw
People my age go away
Along the roads that never lead to anything
Looking for the dream that leads to madness
In search of something they can't find
In the world they already have
Inside the nights that are bathed in wine
Inside the rooms transformed by pills
Along the clouds of smoke of the world made of cities
br/>To be against swallowing our tired civilisation
And a God who is dead
On the side of the roads God is dead
In cars rented out in installments God he is dead
In the myths of summer God is dead
They told me
That this generation of mine no longer believes
In what they have often masked with faith
In the eternal myths of the homeland or the hero
Because the time has now come to deny
Everything that is false , faiths made of habit and fear
A politics that is only about making a career
Interested respectability, dignity made of emptiness
The hypocrisy of those who always stand with right and never wrong
And a God who died
In the extermination camps God died
With the myths of the race God died
With party hatred God is dead
But I think
That this generation of mine is prepared
For a new world and for a newly born hope
For a future that he already has in his hands
To a revolt without weapons
Because we all now know
That if God dies it is for three days and then he rises again
In what we believe, God is risen
In what we want, God is risen
In the world we will make, God is risen

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