Hymns of Repentance

The land and the people were truly beautiful
The lake, forest, and flower of the field
The rolling mountains and vineyards
Places of the heart
Near the caspian sea

How do people live to be so young
A hundred years, and beautiful
Eating yogurt and getting drunk
And riding horses without a saddle

How do we live without love
Why are we cruel
What drives us on to perfection
And steals away our soul
That small part of us that thinks we're done
and breaks down at the gate
where hope and love were dashed to the ground
and we met our fate
To pretend not to make a sound
As the priest hears our tale
And praying the rosary
Erasing our doubt
We clean ourselves again
And hope that we have not without
What grows in us within