Our method helps us to live.
Our method gives us money.
We are helping others on the Earth
To keep the relationship, love.

Our art is scanty enough
There is no zest for the life
Denial of the God’s capability,
That was put in creating us.

We’re getting older, our life goes away
Together with youth and beauty.
Only body remains us
Expecting when we leave this life.

Say thank you, Conscience of the Universe
For life given me by You,
For way in life well designated,
For being always You are!

Close your eyes, imagine wide of Universe,
Get into it through clear glass.
Perceive yourself in world’s vastness.
Go back to it all went.