What a world extinguished between empty clay creeds!
What times we caught, with ideas that we didn't want.
Humans have wings, but they cannot fly,
No longer believing in what they once knew
They have chosen the silence when the being dies
They don't want any more to believe in something else.
The sadness pushed us in a cloud of straws and smoke,
The present locked us within times long dead.
Humans have wings, but they cannot fly,
No longer believing in what they once knew
They have chosen the silence when the being dies
They don't want any more to believe in something else.
What a world in blind times, what sorrows we've cried!
What games and dead goals, what a defeated earth!
Who could have said that today the light will go out,
Dragging with it in the depths the power to hope?