Miserere

Miserere, miserere
Miserere, wretched me
But I toast to life!

But what a mystery, my life
What a mystery
I'm a sinner from the year eighty thousand
A liar!
But where am I and what do I do
How do I live?
I live in the soul of the world
Lost in deep living!

Miserere, wretched me
But I toast to life!

I am the saint who betrayed you
when you were alone
And I live elsewhere and observe the world
From the sky
And I see the sea and the forests
I see myself...

I live in the soul of the world
Lost in deep living!

Miserere, wretched me
But I toast to life!

If there's a dark enough night
To hide me, hide me
If there's a light, a hope
Magnificent sun shining within me
Give me the joy of living that is not yet there

Miserere, miserere
That joy of living (that maybe)
Is not yet there