The sun rises slowly over the field,
countless dewdrops glitter in the light,
but this silence is so deceptive,
for something is missing from this world.
The butterflies are gone.
The fields and the meadows are empty...
The city's poisoned breath over the field
kills the life that the Earth possesses.
A defenseless nature is exposed to our activities.
A green facade for a sick world.
The butterflies are gone...
We look at the Earth with blind eyes,
oblivious to the wounds on its face.
Why don't we understand that, once the animals are gone,
our time will also come to an end?
The butterflies are gone,
the fields and the meadows are empty...