They were flowers, forests and forests
It was the blue of the sky and the sea
It was the green of the living forest
It was the smoke gray

It was from the sunrise
Until our moonlight
They were men finishing
With Nature

They were deforested trees
They were injured animals.
It was the scream of our planet
Reporting the danger

About future generations
What do we have to say?
That the world is ending
And there's nothing else to do

I can only advise you
Wringing for a better world
Sitting on a rock in the sand
Waiting for the sunset