Текст песни Маркиза - Молитва атеиста

The Lord is nonexistent! Hear
in my nonexistence my prayers:
because you will always give comfort
and with a meek lie, heal the wound.

When night silence descends into the world
and thought enters into a struggle with fiction,
with hope you will drive away doubt
confirm your greatness with a fairy tale.

You are so big that the world does not fit
Your greatness; You are just an idea
and I for this with my flour,

doomed to suffer with his suffering:
God is invented. Be you reality god
then b and I myself was real too.