Here's the fire,
Here's the water,
Here's the sky,
Isn't it?
Here's the blossoms,
Here's the wind,
which bends the leaves shy,
Isn't it?
Here's the rain,
that makes thunders,
with the Strom high,
Isn't it?
Here's the sun,
that rises of the East,
gives the pleasure of the life,
Isn't it?
All thy miracles,
ay and naturals,
absolutely not is a lie,
isn't it?
Here's my psychobabble,
for acquaintance and foes,
Yeah! there's a God !
Isn't it?