I deem we`re forgetting The world that we loved, The world that we left When we`d got better shafts. That used to be black Now is used to paint white The nature strikes back `Cause it is in its rights.
Rage of thundering sky And the roaring storm Cries that soon we will die Just like pitiful worms. For each poor thing, For each pestered beast We get triple wring And our child deceased.
I dreamt I was walking Around the world Weeping and bleeding, But dropping no word My tears washed the cities Away from my sight. I thought, ‘what a pity!’ I was in my rights.
Now it seems to me clear Things that have to come down Hadn`t been our steers, Hadn`t been our crowns. We are trapped in a snare That we`ve built by ourselves. We gave birth to nightmare And nobody else.