Dio non c'è

What am I doing in this church
I who don't believe in your Jesus
with this emptiness weighing on me
now that you're no longer here
ehow did you manage to be a priest
among communists and Pharisees
distant is Mount Amiata
Ernesto, you won't see it again
eGod ain't there
don't believe it, you know
eGod ain't there
don't believe it, and you won't convince me
eIt was a conversation left unfinished
when I was lost and not myself
your Church uphill and the community
eat least was something, a small light in the dark
eAnd now God ain't there
eand I need him
eGod ain't there
eand I blaspheme like a prayer now
eThe world passes through Florence
ejust to have a coffee
eand in foolish indifference
epeople as strong as you die
eBecause God ain't there
ewe're alone down here
eI tell you, God ain't there
ebut your voice no longer answers me
eI searched for him with all my will
ebut faith is just a gift from God
eon Sundays, I knew you were there
eat least was something, a small light in the dark
eGod ain't there
eNo, God ain't there
eBut what am I doing in this church
efull of people like you
ewho still want to believe in something
ewhile a desperate silence inside me
cries out God ain't there