Music: Vladimir L. Znamensky
Text: Vladimir L. Znamensky
Arranged by Fullstop
Far far away, there were only children living on the green field, it’s in the past.
Then children grew and turned their heads up to the new world with a silly trust.
You have to be a rich man, the nature is just stuff to trade,
and they destructed the peaceful beauty, cause of a cozy life in money dust.
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Like the iron ball with the leaden air,
sickening dirty streets cross the empty square,
the smoke is all around, but dollars in your case.
You say this f*cking world is just a lovely place,
but I am not sure of this.
So when you ask these onetime children, if they know the nature’s suffering.
They show you secret how to harm the nature, cause of better gathering.
You have to be a rich man, the nature is stuff to trade.
Yeah, they decided to control the nature, it’s a victim’s plundering.
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Far far away, there were only children living on the green field, it’s in the past.
Then children grew and turned their heads up to the new world with a silly trust.
You have to be a rich man, the nature is a stuff to trade,
we have no choice now, only waiting for a heartless and destroying blast.
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