Gently asleep, so Innocent and calm
Paradise has fadingly shown its way
like a positive glittering lightning storm
and the night makes room for a bright new day
the function is to give my soul some air
Guess the mana of mine will soon reflect
Though watching it grow I do not dare
Cause this is how I show it respect
I feel free and relaxed, not a thread i my sight
only memories are pushing, to get first in the line
I remember them, as I remember the sun so bright
which will repay our respect by keeping on with its shine
The earth shows its power, by making life grow
these are the life we call a resource
the only thing Mother Earth wants to show...
that life lives the best, when you do not use force
A new day is rising, it's the real life
The reality is bitter, so I make a scream
a scream filled with hate like an assassin's knife
cause the real life is crushing all of our dreams
