A question arose long ago
What is the sense of the human existence?
Who created all the souls
And grants us our lives so many times?
They looked at the stars and the entire universe
Smiled back and said nothing
When will be brought the knowledge to this plane?
When will we realize our divinity?
Can we survive?
Who turns the darkness to the light?
They looked at the stars and the entire universe
Smiled back and said nothing
A man received the answer:
The thought is a doer
Your soul is a part of the Great Soul
Your mind is the big adventurer with wings
That dreams, that brings creation into reality
They've misunderstood him until today
A lot of words in a book
Never brought them closer to God
They looked at the stars and the entire universe
Smiled back and said nothing
A man received the answer:
The thought is a doer
Your soul is a part of the Great Soul
Your mind is the big adventurer with wings
That dreams, that brings creation into reality
