The Church
"our daughter is an intelligent child",
Said the mother to the preacher
Without the church she would grow up wild
There´s no better teacher
She spents her time in praying
In world full of fight
Perhaps she will get lost
Will get lost tonight
The church
She enters a house with thounds candles
Watch the sacred cross over her head
Sacred books are burning and reading themselves
Holy chains around her head
Maybe that you climb the stairs
And you´re covered with blindness
In circling room, turning and screaming
Fold your hands, you´ll be deaf´n dumb
The church
La Iglesia
Nuestra hija es una niña inteligente,
Dijo la madre al predicador
Sin la iglesia crecería salvaje
No hay mejor maestra
Ella pasa su tiempo rezando
En un mundo lleno de luchas
Quizás se pierda
Se pierda esta noche
La iglesia
Ella entra a una casa con mil velas
Observa la cruz sagrada sobre su cabeza
Libros sagrados ardiendo y leyéndose solos
Cadenas sagradas alrededor de su cabeza
Quizás subas las escaleras
Y te cubras de ceguera
En una habitación circular, girando y gritando
Junta tus manos, te quedarás sordo y mudo
La iglesia