I don’t mind if
You pray, believe or desire
To find a savior, or to have
Your reserved place in heaven

Or if you have any messiahs
Being Jesus, allah
Or no matter what

My contact with God
Happens only with a
Deep dive in my inner-self
A supreme power of spirit from cosmic nature
Mysticism, I lose myself from what I am
And become something bigger, bigger

But I don’t mind! But I don’t mind!

A vida é triste, melancólica e solene
Desaparecemos tão rápido
E inexplicavelmente quanto surgimos
A vida é uma sombra errante um pobre comediante
No breve instante que lhe reserva a cena
Para depois não ser mais ouvido
É um conto de fadas
Que nada significa, narrado por um idiota cheio de voz!
E fúria, a brevidade da vida, tudo acaba

But I don’t mind, about nothing

Cuz I won’t give up about my impartiality
Accepting as truth, only something I can taste
By my feelings or by my reason

Skeptical I am
About your lord’s impositions
No matter who he is
I don’t believe
I feel nothing
No fervor, no anger (ânguer)

My way to meet the mystery, is my own
Soul, only there I face the unpredictable of life, of the universe
Everything is a part of the mystery, it isn’t something to believe
Understand the supreme, as you want/wish