Somewhere in a large country
they forgot to build
a home where the Sun doesn't burn
and children don't die soon after being born.
And in the shades,
geniuses die without knowing
about their magic
bestowed on them without asking
long time before their birth.
There's no way that leads here
and then tries to get out.
With the blaze of the sunset
grass burns.
Somewhere in a large country
they forgot to build
a home where the Sun doesn't burn
and children don't die soon after being born.
A whistle crosses the town
and it can be seen a horseman
who leaves with the wind
while shouting he won't come back.
And the soil here has another colour,
dust doesn't let you see.
Men no longer know if they still are men,
but they want to believe so.
Mothers who aren't able to cry anymore
see their offspring leave.
Sadness doesn't have a place here,
as living is what's sad.