Текст песни состояние птиц - VII

Clouds are gathering over the land, all the dark every day
In the heart is empty , in the eyes of fire
It is better to cleanse the rain all the dirt that has poured out of you
Those who can understand what fight, something to die for
Will live without war for money and power

Too many times I looked at each one of you
Tried to collect the remaining pieces of shower
Too many years I terprel your power
Lost in the darkness , hoping to light your eyes

Diverge at the seams of the firmament and the oceans would drop to the ground
The split in the chips land cover swallowing your homes and plants

All rotting corpses equally dead skin color
No one else will have to fight for their dissimilarity
Of flesh and blood again grass and trees have taken root
In the eyes of happiness in the hearts of freedom
Without fear and pain