The Cross - Laibach

Black day — stormy night

No love — no hope in sight

Don’t cry — he is coming

Don’t die without knowing the cross

Ghettos to the left of us

Flowers to the right

There’ll be bread for all of us

If we can just bear the cross

Sweet song of salvation

A pregnant mother sings

She lives in starvation

Her children need all that she brings

We all have our problems

Some big — some are small

Soon all of our problems

Will be taken by the cross

Black day — stormy night

No love — no hope in sight

Don’t cry for he is coming

Don’t die without knowing the cross

Ghettos to the left of us

Flowers to the right

There’ll be bread for all of us

If we can just

Just bear the cross

We all have our problems

Some big — some are small

Soon all of our problems

Will be taken by the cross

The cross

The cross