AGXXX The Quiet Monday

Once in a while I hear the phrases
Allahu Akbar, Christ arose
So many different kinds of wonders
Almost like magic, heaven knows

And from the abyss sounds are flying
A perfect answer to the lie
When will it be that quiet Monday
And just a peaceful toilet nearby

Oh, I wanna go to the village, to the river
Where the hay smells and the grasses grow
No more fear, no more trembling
Just the thunder and a fishing rod

Everywhere fear, war and killing
And in May the first thunder rolls
I wanna go to the country fishing –
There s a scent of hay and manure holes

Start giving way upon the highway
Answer the anger with a gentle care
Relatives, friends – just a kind word
That’s what we need, that’s what we share

Oh, I wanna go to the village, to the river
Where the hay smells and the grasses grow
No more fear, no more trembling
Just the thunder and a fishing rod

Nobody asks you to be blessed
Wealth is a gift from stars above
Fill up your heart with simple goodness
Then heaven opens – peace and love

Why look for idols, false messiahs
We made the light, we made the shade
Go paint your Easter eggs whenever
Your heart desires, unafraid

Oh, I wanna go to the village, to the river
Where the hay smells and the grasses grow
No more fear, no more trembling
Just the thunder and a fishing rod

Quiet Monday… fishing… hay
No more war… just peace today