In the heavens — Ra, Zeus, and Odin,

Shiva is dancing in valleys of blue.

Gods of the rivers, the wind, and of sleeping,

Why is there only one god taught in school — for me?

O-o-o, they call us to one temple,

But the world is as old as a thousand eyes.

Some believe, and some do not,

There are as many answers as there are paths.

Grandma whispers: "Christ will save,"

Grandpa calls to Perun's thunder.

Mom is meditating — there Buddha is bright,

Dad just laughs: "The Universe is the limit."

O-o-o, they call us to one temple,

But the world is as old as a thousand eyes.

Some believe, and some do not,

There are as many answers as there are paths.

The Cross, the Crescent, the Om sign,

Ancient gods are sleeping in the rain.

Maybe they are all the same?

Just not yet dear to us by name...

But if the stars are burning high above,

It means that my god, too, lives inside me.

No matter what his name might be —

The important thing is to seek him in your heart.