Translation: LABOR – With Faith, Sense and Happiness

How not to get insane by watching all these news?

And how to save your sanity in this den of absurd?

When you feel like the whole world lost it marbles

And your own life is filled with horror and uncertainty.

Homicides, rapes, tortures, death,

Agression, lawlessness, overcrowded prisons,

Racism, violence, apathy and lie,

Hypocriticism, xenophobia, idiotic codes.

Indifference, homophobia, everyday fascism,

Senselessness, degradation, sexism and suicide

Murders, murders and once again murders,

Murders, murders, hundreds of thousand of them!

The primal scream is stuck in my open eyes.

How a weak humane hearth can even handle it?

My mind can’t even start to process questions that arise

On all of them there would be no answers.

And in this world, that closely looks at me

With it’s cold, violent, gray, metallic gaze

I’m looking for a worthy partner to come with me

So we’d support each other whatever happens

In the whirlwind of gore that spins around us,

There are three things to feel me with faith, sense and happiness

When I feel like I lose my balance,

I close my eyes and repeat the same mantra:

My family, my home, me. My family, my home, me