Forget the remedies. Nothing will cure you now my dear. But I try, I try and I try Though I know that the caesium clouds Are much stronger than me. And the leaves have turned red from the storm Turning our dreams into ashes and dust, And I cry, I cry and I cry But no one can hear the screams of our souls.
Wake up, go take a look. The oceans and seas gone up in flames With the days reminding a cover-up still Of a jungle jam fit for the fool on the hill. And the air raids and sirens have faded away, The oracles left - they have nothing to say To the world abandoned by all - The big and the small Hopes which help us hold on..