My dreams see a naked skull That's our Earth! Woods became wrinkles on her dry layer of dust It remembers everything with pain to survive, It means to suffer all of ignorance, hatred envy Every human is a flaw of Earth's next existence Biological death is long ago broken its cry are brooks of tears, dirty they roll in the slots of the old face Every next attack destroys their band more and more How long? still alive? try to hold out! Try to stand for a next age Don't be a naive, this process can't be turned My dreams can see a child, a new prospect of development But it knows, what his expectation It will be all ready dead and cries for a soon death So be alive for a little moment or die unborn unseen the uncoming age I want to get drowned! Drown in the drops, of my dirty tears This is not normal process Appalling spawn's be wonderful, when falling from the sky Stop the next age,'cause we'll pray for our children short lives and their hear death Stop their unseen destiny I want to be other to dissolve my selves in them they will clear up my fate