Songtext von The Providence

Little hands you hit them Can't hold on Little feet you tread on them Cannot go straight on Little creatures you cause them pain Become a stoop, get ugly Little souls you break them Will leave their body Again a little baby is born Comes into this dreadful world Its fate is already foreordained It will die of hunger and cold Another child is growing up Growing up in hate It's a victim of the law Of a too rich state It's a providence of nature To give mother the responsibility It's a providence of nature To lay a baby in her lap It's a providence of nature To give mother the responsibility It's a providence of nature That she decides to give birth or not These seven wise men who decide Seven very old men And this white-haired lady too They cannot understand The church, god and jesus christ Want to save the unborn life Promise you salvation in heaven But daily so many children die