Friar Laurence:
God, forgive me!
God recover your sight, because you have become blind!
You have given vent to your anger on wrong people,
You have killed them
And you could save them.

Blasphemous speech has fallen down from my lips,
Night is raging in my soul,
Hiding your light face
Your, that who was leading me by the path of love,
Through the worse of all evils,
That what is called “people”.
I was your faithful son,
Your exemplary pupil,
I was humbly wearing the cloth,
And now I’m a heretic.
God, forgive me.

God, forgive me!
God recover your sight, because you have become blind!
You have given vent to your anger on wrong people,
You have killed them
And you could save them.

I was making only good
By your name,
I loved sinners,
Though, I was not loved myself,
I had not known women’s charms,
I had subdued my flesh,
I was sincerely forgiving,
How you were teaching, God!
I was forgiving nobility and common people.
Weight of gossips
Filth of intrigues...
But worm of doubt was gnawing
Sheets of sacred books,
Useless books!

But before,
But before then my lips have pronounce an abuse,
I was singing praise to you,
But I’m tired, my God.
I’m tired of appeal to you,
Because you don’t hear our oaths!
Crosses are burning around,
And world is crucified on them!
Temple is like a prison for me now,
And a prayer is a deadly scream...
I’m losing my mind,
God I’m a heretic.
There is no excuse for me!

Oh there is no excuse for me!

God recover your sight, because you have become blind!
You have given vent to your anger on wrong people,
You have killed them
And you could save them.

You have killed love!
You are a stepfather not father!
Oh God, what is the matter with me?
Your temple has become a prison for me!
Oh God!