Gray-haired old man kindly spoke to me,
At once he having met me on the way:
- You're blind with no belief, You cannot see
And don't know where to go and where to stay.
You will be damned and get bit as a dog,
You'll find so many troubles, you'll get loss
And you will shed your tears, lost in a fog,
As you don't want to carry holy cross.
You'll be eternally, as a finger, one.
With heart of ice, and soul of emptiness,
You 're stranger. You are not my son,
As you don't want to bow to holy cross.
That's lie, I told to old man. Lie.
All sacred books are failed ways to guide.
We came for last, there' s no eternal life.
I don't need one more father, I have mine.
As I would have a path and drink of wine,
And I would fly in dream and sink in love.
I would be burn in fire, that hot and shine,
And rising high as a clouds above.