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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

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