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In this world, we should not believe in chance -

the pigeons are our proof that it’s right to take this stance.

They just come along and shit on your head,

so be ready and block coincidence instead.

Everything in life is meant to be,

it just depends on the importance you see.

If you want to create shadows in your heart,

the hate will make people fall apart.

But when you say thank you, dear pigeon, for shitting on my head,

the light in your heart will loosen the dread.

When your heart starts to laugh because it has so much light,

the windows of your soul won’t deny it this right.

Yes, you can see deeply into a person through his eyes,

this is where his soul’s reflected,

this is where its purity lies.

When on his face he wears a smile,

it keeps him healthy quite a while.

He has found himself when he’s come this far,

the light in his heart is his guiding star.

Now whether a heart is big or small,

the same amount of light fits inside them all.

Because as soon as the light shines in your heart,

you will never more let the shadow start.

Love is the strongest power in the world;

its light shines in every eye,

without demanding pay.

Everything expensive we find dear,

but no one has found himself here.

The whole world should shine verily

completely voluntarily.

Everyone likes to win at the bazar,

but to find yourself for free, that’s from another star.

If it doesn’t cost anything it’s not worth a song -

such a claim is surely wrong.

The exterior fooled once again;

it’s easy indeed to build up anger within.

Blame the others,

it’s a simple thing to do.

But you can be sure of this, this, this -

the pigeon will come and go piss, piss, piss!

And there you will stand and want to blame the rest,

yet all that’s wrong is: the light’s out in your chest.

You sent yourself to purgatory,

and didn’t comprehend your story.

If you start understanding now, though,

the light once again in your heart will grow.

And if you continue to blame the rest,

be sure of this, this, this:

the pigeon will come and go piss, piss, piss!

Then slowly you will begin to see:

“I should mature in my heart, actually.”

Dear God is great, let it be said,

he sends us every day a golden thread.

But often we need a while to see it,

to step down another step, so be it.

Yet when our soul finally starts to burn - at last, the golden thread we discern.