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The poem is translated from Hungarian, I'm sorry but it doesn't rhyme only in some places.
Church cried from heaven
His voice is so deep in the dark,
Blood is just flowing from me, even
I see this will be my end.
My walls are deteriorating
My bells are not ringing,
Why did you forget me, Lord?
Why did you let me sink?
I mourn and weep for you
I despair of my hope.
I'm sadly up on the mountain
The wind is raging ... it won't let me rest.
Wind takes you lime to the ground
My desires, my tears forever.
I will come .. o .. glorious age
I wear new clothes, that's my desire
My heart will speak again
My bitterness will collapse.
My bells are ringing, waiting
My desires feel already raging ...
I long for glory today
Oh, my God
Open my door again.
Build temples in your hearts
Build temples in your souls,
And when a temple is built in your heart
His last bell will call you back
Find it here,
In this land, where you must die.
Szőke János Január 12. 2010
Thank You

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