Humanist Too Many Rivals (feat. Tim Smith)
Too many rivals in my way
Ruining my rain
Remember when we both were young
You were blood of my blood
My mother cried and said to me
How could you
Do not love of all
Oh know how could you
No longer will the mountains sing
Or the rain fall for me
Oh brother I don't understand
You never fail in anything
My mother cried and turned
Now the rest comes easy
Oh mother what I do
Darkness I feel you, aah
When I was young I set my gaze upon the sun
And the fresh rain through me
There was no consequence, only wars from whеre I stood
My mother cried and said
You know I'm with you
And I sat down in thе world
That's surrounded by your grace
And by your embrace
