Snow pristine, ice of grey
On the dry, cracky ground they lie.
There's a City in a noose of freeways,
Spread across like a patched eiderdown.
O'er the City clouds are drifting away
Shielding little daylight there was.
O'er the City there's yellow fog,
City's been here for two thousand years.
That went by in the light of a star,
We've chosen to call "Sun".
.
And for two thousand years war is on,
War without valid reason to be,
A war is a game of the young,
A remedy from going grey.
Scarlet blood, scarlet blood spills.
In a day, nothing's left, only ground.
In two days, on the ground flowers thrive,
In three days, born anew, it's alive.
Bathing in the light of a star
We've chosen to call "Sun".
.
And we know, it's been always like this.
And we know, who's favoured by fate.
He respects other laws than State,
He is destined to not grow old.
He remembers no names and no ranks,
"Yes and No" matter nothing to him,
And he could reach the stars with ease,
Notwithstanding it's only a dream.
And he falls, blazen bright by the star,
We've chosen to call "Sun".
