They fly above us
platinum swallows
Statues that look like us
against the sky they cry
And the people who remained
bridges without rivers they will pass
bowing their heads
that will no longer have a face
It's a wasteland and it's mine
and there is no strength to go away
and the sand of silence now covers
the tired diamond that's in my eyes
They burn silver chariots
above the pyramids
Ash flies in the wind
it closes its eyes to angels
And the people remained
they will remain in caverns of shadow
bowing their heads
that the stars in the sky will no longer challenge
It's a wasteland and it's mine
and there is no strength to go away
And the sand of silence now covers
the tired diamond that's in my eyes
It's a wasteland and it's mine ...