Free fields in green space
Breathing this gentle life
Before the beginning of this final day
The Unborn Ones: a song on the wind

A cruel god has made us see
And in the night, he turned off the light

Voices are blurring in the choir of life
And all are turning around this one axis

A bird above the sea
Is thinking the same as we

Where does the memory go?
And where do the spirit and the souls come from?

And why all this beauty?
Why all this beauty?

A cruel god has made us see
And din the night, he turned off the light