I thought to myself, with no love
How’d look that world of ours:
It would be as a dreary waste
Without a trace of flowers.

The heart would wander through that waste
And always on grief border,
It would be sad as the world was
Ere God to light gave order.

It would be so sad that on earth
Man would not like the livin’,
And God the Father would not like
To stay as God in heaven.