Jacek Kaczmarski - Dzieci Hioba

Why, Children of Job lived godly and in wealth
Seven sons like pines, seven daughters like birch trees.
All of them respected their father, all loved their mother
And obeyed each of the Ten Commandments.

Yet, at night - flash and thunder
Job's house was struck by lightning
And an avalanche of stones fell on their heads

Seven pines and seven birches
Will see the sun no more
Overnight the world lost a whole forest

Was it for their ancestors' over-zeal in their faith
That there is divine justice
Which tells us to trust that evil never wins

Was it for their loyalty and humility
Or for the graces that are gone or
Not believing in this world behind the window,
That existis

For this bet of God's and Devil's
Whose flame will burn the most
Job's children, Job's children
The end is near

Why, the children of Job lived to be theirs lineage hope
Seven sons like swords' blades, seven daughters like those roses
None of them knew the bitter taste of blood nor hunger
And everyone that lived foretold them good fortune

Yet, at night - flash and thunder
Turned them into dust
Only smoking ruins were left at the break of dawn

The infallible tormentor watched
As the wind carried Job's cry to the Heaven's gates

For this bet of God and Devil
In accordance to your buisness
Thou five senses alarm you as they should

For this bet for another page in the book of history
And for each end of a stick,
For the mere need of living

And that you won't ever see the world
For someone took your lives away
Oh, Job's children, oh Job's children
Death is near