Today the winds of fate
Started to blow
Our boy time
Been getting behind
Like the strength of a mill
Working slow
Go get your way
Never look back
Today time flies on the wings of an airplane
Fly over the fields of destruction
He is a messenger of the souls of those who will come to the world.
After us
The sky is heavy today
The storm is coming
Black clouds from the past
Delirious flower of evil
We commit the sin
Of not knowing how to forgive
Always looking at the same side
Like statues of salt
Today the time runs on the fingers of our hand
He does not give back time lost in vain
He is a messenger of the souls of those who will come to the world.
After us
Boys at the roadside
Write messages with pencils of light
Will they be divine messengers?
With their blue golden swords
The land from the top of the hills
Northern Forests Southern Cities
Boys see in the distance
The star of the baby Jesus