One day staring at the sky
I caught sight of the army of clouds.
Nature dressed in dark clothes,
The wind of change froze the air,
Trees shook their heads,
Giving me dangerous signals.
Old, dead, brown leaves trembled,
Fat rain drops were falling from darkness.
Leaving painful traces in the surroundings.
The scenery looks frightening, the old trees are crying.
New things are born, early systems dying!
Roots of past forms must be ripped away,
It's the first step i don't really wanna take.
My heart breaks down in this run,
This is the price of change to come.
Hurts, it hurts, this kills my nerves,
One day i will be the first, who's gonna be burnt.