If the God was one of us,
He probably would have cried.
Under the window sing for girl romance
And would fought to a street fight.
God would loved January and July,
Wouldn't love a neighbor with a drill,
He'd not like dirty pots piled mountain
And with a lawnmower dance will.
He would lived from day to day,
No guessed his plans and lived no rules,
Play with fire, hurt again,
And travel without specifying course.
God would lived a happy life,
But not so much himself appointed.
Felt a decrease and drive,
He'd been sundry, found and lost it.
He would laughed and joked a lot,
All emotions - in full view.
God sincerely felt and loved
Burned from love like me and you.
And then he'd gived all us a chance,
The first or second, would give all
To understand that he each one of us
And his name is an our soul.
P.S. есть русская версия.
3 июля 2011 г