Grandpa says that when he was a kid he played
Among trees and laughter, and colorful calla lilies
He remembers a clear river with no smell
Where fish abounded, they didn't suffer any pain
Grandpa tells about a very blue sky
Where he flew kites that he built himself
Time went by, and our old man has already died
And today I wondered, after so much destruction
The world is rotting
The earth is about to split in two
The sky has already broken, the gray cry has already broken
The sea vomits rivers of oil nonstop
And today I wondered, after so much destruction
The world is rotting
The world is splitting apart