What will remain on earth
In fifty years
We poison the rivers, the oceans
We eat hydrocarbons
What do I know more
The Rhone carries mercury
Dead fish

For the children of the new times
Will there be a bird's song left

The world has lost its compass, what has it gained
Black oil beaches
To bathe, the atom will reign on earth
Like a Lord
What will we do with it, it's a matter
That scares me

For the children of the new times
Will there be a bird's song left

Hardly is the misfortune of men
Any less great
That already the apples rot
Of the new times
Children, children, the earth is round
Shout louder
So that the world wakes up
If it's not dead

For the children of the new times
Will there be a bird's song left

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