And a thousand wasted lives
And though I bleed from your wound
And every cherished stone
There's not a stone in the world
That is worth as much as a life
That lives with the Christians
I don't know which God is mine
Nor which ones are my brothers
I don't know which God is mine
Nor which ones are my brothers
There's no death that doesn't hurt me
And another life that flies away
It doesn't matter the costume it wears
Forgive me that I don't enlist
Than a sad piece of cloth
That lives with the Christians
I don't know which God is mine
Nor which ones are my brothers
I don't know which God is mine
Nor which ones are my brothers
And I gave nobody permission
A man is no more than a man
And, if there's God, that's how He wanted it
Will go on, I will be gone
Bound as well for oblivion
There's no doctrine that doesn't go
And there's no people that haven't
Believed themselves the chosen people
That lives with the Christians
I don't know which God is mine
Nor which ones are my brothers
I don't know which God is mine
Nor which ones are my brothers
That lives with the Christians