Katarína Knechtová - Môj Bože ( Tradução para Inglês)
Tradução para Inglês
My Lord, God of my salvation,
With sorrow I lamented to You throughout the day.
Now in the night I fold my empty hands
I fold my hands in a prayer.
The prayer rises up to You, wailing
Tilt your ear towards the moan.
My God, I call you from the deep,
Hear my anxious prayer.
In death, I fold my empty hands
for you to hear my plea.
My soul is filled with suffering.
My life draws closer to emptiness.
There where only unease sounds,
Let those who go into holes have their face.
Where darkness stays during the day,
I feel like with no strength.