Good People

Everywhere I ever had to be Throughout my life, There were always plenty Of those happy to support me In a difficult hour, Or if I was in trouble, In fire, in cold, in a swamp, In a desert or on the water. Kind people, Kind people. Losing all sense of direction, Wasting my remaining strength, I knocked on different doors, Having lost the hope to survive. And suddenly the door opens for you, Even if the guest is uninvited, They set a table with an open heart, And point the way in the morning. Kind people, Kind people. A ball of nerves and hysterics, Barely keeping my mind intact, I search for that blessed shore Where there is no dirt or filth. While from evil and blood My native country writhes, Simple, quiet heroes Sow the seeds of goodness. Kind people, Kind people.