A last, desperate look remains When the verdict has been by a brain so bad The endowment of life becomes dead ashes Burnt trunks , a glow, dust and smoke What was created exists nomore A flower became extinct before someone smellt it A wise fool build a concrete jungle where once it was green The last corner which survived on earth Will be destroyed by the sharp claw of the devil hand as well A bird's song is deafened by the machine's yell As if it was a sign of death When the last tree finds its fate - one that grew there for centuries Only the dead view for belief in dead days remained And man by himself - like the pupped of time - Completes his fateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
