False brillante.

With god in his heaven
And out my mind
Everything certainly sure will be fine
With no more distractions
To waste my time
Everything certainly sure will be fine

But even the one with the greatest intentions
Should maybe turn back and rethink his ambitions
And watching you bleed as you're held in suspension
Should at least insure you won't doubt my superstitions

God's in his heaven
And out my mind
Everything certainly sure will be fine
With no more distractions
To waste my time
Everything cеrtainly sure will be fine

But еven a god or the lips of a mother
Could die by the hand of whom once was your lover
And old Don Quioxte or great Gilgamesh
Would be hard-pressed to solve the secrets of our human flesh

God's in his heaven
And out my mind
Everything certainly sure will be fine
With no more distractions
To waste my time
Everything certainly sure will be fine