The Prayer Of François Villon (Molitva) letra

As long as the world’s still turning
As long as the air’s still sweet
Lord, won’t you give to all of us
Whatever it is we need
Give a mind to the wise one
A shield to the enemy
Give some gold to the happy man
And don’t forget about me

As long as the world’s still turning
Lord, if it be your will
Give to the hungry for power
A kingdom to rule his fill
Give some rest to the generous
Under a shady tree
Wash the stain from the face of Cain
And don’t forget about me

I know that your powers are wondrous
I believe that your ways are wise
The way that a fallen soldier
Believes he’s in paradise
The way every breathing being
Believes in your gentle word
The way, in our utter oblivion
We keep on believing, oh lord

My all-wise, my all-merciful
My sweet Lord of sea-green eyes
As long as the world’s still turning
To its eternal surprise
As long as it still has plenty of
Fire and destiny
Give a little to everyone
And don’t forget about me