And when the wind blows, more and more. And when it throws me down onto this icy floor. It´s getting worse, day by day And everywhere you look this endless grey.
Everyone hears when children cry, But no one sees that nature dies. It´s getting worse, day by day And everywhere you look this endless grey.
It was a nice warm day in summer, When I kissed your nice red synthetic lips. I wondered the silence on a day like this, Then I heard the detonation.
Now they come back again. This nuclear nights from mankind sent, The artificial blue of a polluted sea, Let my nightmares come back to me.