Seine Straßen [English translation]

There you are, on the streets being festive

Approved by the wrong authority

Do you still feel like joking and jesting?

Are you prepared for our final dancery?

Your sympathy is still kept so in line

Your eyes are still deprived of any light

Death won't spare even those in their prime

Run for your life if you think you might

It's His streets since time began

His roads from the sea to mountain lands

They're His pathways, for the Lord leads His host

And your sorry avenues will keep His chariot enclosed

None of you will bind me to my death beds

I'll clear the roads and on the planes I will make way

Until His paths will wind around the highest apex

Will neither pain nor death be kept at bay

At bay are the times of dispensation

At bay are the days that we numbered

Assemble the nation built for exaltation

Woe to him, woe to him who still slumbers

The roads that He takes will be our pathways

Even mountains they will melt under His foot

So outreaching is He, so beyond the known space

You'll have to seek Him, because maybe you'd

Be just the one for His way to be paved in

For the count of His host to be raised

There are few now left for us to put our faith in

We have almost reached the end of the wait

• Artist:Xavier Naidoo
• Album:Nicht von dieser Welt (1998)