I don't believe in Jehovah,
Nor that Messiah will come,
Neither in life, neither in death,
Nor in extinction like some.

Both as equal they are dreams
and it is the same for me,
Whether I will live forever
Or die through eternity.

All these holy gathered secrets
-For people just simple words-
You may think in vain about them,
'Cause thoughts nothing change on Earth.

And because there is nobody
I believe - leave me alone!
I make it the way I feel it
And you make it on your own.

You can't delight me with classics,
Nor with style clean and antique -
They are all the same for me,
I remain unchanged: romantic.