Przemysław Gintrowski - Dzieci Hioba

But the Job's children lived godly and bountifully
Seven sons like the pine trees, seven daughters like the birch trees
They respected their father and loved their mother
They lived in accordance with each of God's commandments
And that night, flash and thunder
Their safe home collapsed
And hail fell on their heads with avalanche of rocks
Day will not be seen anymore
By the seven pine trees, seven birch trees
At one night all the forest lost the world
For the overzealousness of fathers
The higher justice in fiath
That orders to believe in the tryumph of good over the evil
For the loyality and humility
And for the past time of mercy
For the lack of faith in the world over the threshold, that exists
For the bet between devil and God
Whose fire will be stronger
Job's children, job's children
The end is coming

But the Job's children lived for the hope for the future of their family
Seven sons like the swords, seven daughters like the roses
They never knew in their life the taste of blood, nor the taste of hunger
And he who lived foretold them happy fate
And at night, flash and thunder
Changed the sleeping into nothing
Godly dawn was watching the smoking ruins
The infalliable executioner watched
How the wind, moved with pity
Was carrying the godly Job's lamentation into the sky
For the bet between fiend and God
In accordance with your interest
Even though the five senses warn you with all their power
For the bet between satan and God
For the next page of the history
And for the two ends of the stick, for the ordinary will of life
For what you will never see
Because your life will be taken away from you
Job's children, Job's children
Death is coming.