When I am told about heights of Faith,
I just recall the previous believers,
The simple greatness of forgotten cults,
And their myths - the heart of our culture.
All the appraised gifts of later times,
Those paintings, sculptures, melodies and poems,
Have their roots in the denied past,
The pagan past - it's worth to be remember'd.
The heights of arts are rooted in that land,
In people grooming them for many years,
In their firm and natural believes,
In their strength and grit, in their freedom.
If Europe was inspired by newer faith,
Why other nations weren't that inspired?
When I am told about heights of Faith
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