This is our's century treasure That gives imperious people pleasure It is the reason of modern wars It is the famous and dirtiest resourse
How much people's souls are dying on wars for oil How much time we will under the flaming hail We all need another source of fuel That won't make people mercyless and cruel
So why not to inlay facilities Into researches for future centuries But they think it will be better To conquer all and what will be later
How much people's souls are dying on wars for oil How much time we will under the flaming hail We all need another source of fuel That won't make people mercyless and cruel
When the sources will be exhaust And the chance will be lost It will be already late To think of and create