ON THE AIR - На трамвае в рай не въедешь
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You can't ride to heaven by tram
On the spiritual path
You can't rush by as a tourist
You'll have to walk here

No highway, no freeway
No broken tracks
Only rocky potholes
And misty valleys

Here the road is winding
And the cliff is steep
Don't look back for long
Only strive upward with love

Rockfalls and gullies
Mire swamps and dark forest
Lead to narrow gates
And beyond them the Vault of Heaven

And beyond them the Kingdom of God
His destiny is there, on high
Only lions and wolves before
How could I possibly live without them?

A bright city on the summit
Besieged by tribes
Everyone hopes for a tank
To squeeze through the gates

What kind of impudence is this?
If not a tram, bring a tank
But it is there, it is there Another turn
Where Adonai hovers

There, a shamed conscience
Laments how squandered life was
Without giving oneself completely

How many beggars and wretched
I could have helped
But in the end I didn't have time
Chasing away thoughts

You probably won't enter the Bright City as an idle tourist

Only as a holy pilgrim

Perhaps you'll get to heaven