I saw the world through naked eyes,
And everything was distorted.
Wars, pestilence and strife,
Showed themselves to me.
I saw the world through glasses.
I saw the world more clearly.
But it was the same,
War, pestilence and strife.
No matter how I colored it,
Bent it or shaped,
This world's sins,
Shown-up to me.
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