Man, if you're thinking that my God Is hanging on a cross Just like a dead symbol of something that has gone oh, no, I'm sorry, but you're wrong And if you're thinking that my God Felt tired and went back home To sit and rest alone and He will never come back Too bad! 'Cause you're wrong again Yes, He lives and shines much more than a summer's day And one day you'll see from the clouds He will be back again Someday He'll come again Like a lightning, yeah Right above my head From the clouds, yeah Oh, yeah