Lord of Heaven, I'm tired of the signs,
omens that you hurl down on me almost daily,
they are empty and leave the heart in solitude.
Powers of Heaven, can't you keep the noise down,
you meddle in all affairs and shunt them
to sidetracks. Do you really think I want to
drudge all my life and spend my time learning
Denizens of Heaven, you won't retreat
although the wheels are whirring and the machines
are well-greased, although the cables
can be cut and industry closed down.
I'm full of your vestiges, strange messages,
I sweat through the nights trying to unravel them,
why are you contriving again? Can't we settle things
directly? I was already living beyond hope plans woman
keys. Have a look now,
this is normal life, business as usual,
and it punches me under the belt, this is blues.
Lord of Heaven, the merciless deus ex machina,
you spin round and round and grant me peace
and pain and yet another restless day.
I appreciate all that, I always will, grant me peace
again, give me new signs.