Lost in desolation sea
Men with their pale faces
Fetind clothes, pale eyes
Good man's intentions solve nothing
When good actions are necessery
Hell is full of God intentions
Everywhere a moribund, a leper one
A child in skin and bones
Lives like animal
But they born like angels

House of Betsaida

Ten, twelve year-old children
Have old persons features
They don't cry, don't laugh
There is no
Reason to smile

House of Betsaida

She arrived to ease the pain
With her sad and supplicant regard
She arrived to the house of betsaida
To the old man incapable of expelling filies
That surrond their wounds
Sucking sirt

Lost in a desolation sea
Hands that shake are disrty and cold
For cold, or lukewarm for sweat
It will give bed to poor leper and
Moribund persons
Dead bodies willgive bed to those who will die
But she is the Queen

Lost in a desolation sea
Hands that shake are disrty and cold
For cold, or lukewarm for sweat
It will give bed to poor leper and
Moribund persons
Dead bodies willgive bed to those who will die
But she is the Queen