Fifty Years Later

Fifty Years Later Lyrics

What might happen

I wander through ruins
The land where we were born
Has been trashed and torn!

The magic of the rainforest
The smiles of its residents
Victims of an incest
So-called “Accidents”

Religions and men
Euros, Dollars, Yen
Have written “The End”
With their bloody pen

We thought we were kings
With endless futures
Everything’s falling
Fifty years later

The mines are empty
And so is the sea
Bees and flowers have passed

Everywhere people are walking aimlessly
Trying to live without trees
How long will it last?

Lands have been drained
On their skins nothing will ever grow again!

Religions and men
Euros, Dollars, Yen
Have written “The End”
With their bloody pen

We thought we were kings
With endless futures
Everything’s falling
Fifty years later

Eternally
We’ll regret our history
The last snow and the last tree
Will live in our memories
Till we die

God if you’re here
Oh please please: “Take me – take me
Far from this cemetery”
In deep space will ring loudly
Eternal cries

Looking around
Sometimes we call all this an “Act of God”
It is one way of not feeling guilty
Then you just have to accept it and nod
But do we believe it sincerely?

These acts, these disasters have multiplied
Like as many signals that we have missed
Incredulous when the fisherman died
Paris, Tokyo, New-York, Pompeï, Atlantis

We’ve been jesters
We’ve wasted it
We’re sorry mother, if
We’ve forced you to call it quits

Religions and men
Euros, Dollars, Yen
Have written “The End”
With their bloody pen

We thought we were kings
With endless futures
Everything’s falling
Fifty years later

Eternally
We’ll regret our history
The last snow and the last tree
Will live in our memories
Till we die

God if you’re here
Oh please please: “Take me, take me
Far from this cemetery”
In deep space will ring loudly
Eternal cries

The end
I’m just asking for a little breeze
Just to dry an old man tears
But the wind has gone with all the trees
I’m left with all my fears

Alone in fifty years

Tell me I am wrong
Prove to me I am wrong

Give me some reason to hope

Fifty Years Later Lyrics

What might happen

I wander through ruins
The land where we were born
Has been trashed and torn!

The magic of the rainforest
The smiles of its residents
Victims of an incest
So-called “Accidents”

Religions and men
Euros, Dollars, Yen
Have written “The End”
With their bloody pen

We thought we were kings
With endless futures
Everything’s falling
Fifty years later

The mines are empty
And so is the sea
Bees and flowers have passed

Everywhere people are walking aimlessly
Trying to live without trees
How long will it last?

Lands have been drained
On their skins nothing will ever grow again!

Religions and men
Euros, Dollars, Yen
Have written “The End”
With their bloody pen

We thought we were kings
With endless futures
Everything’s falling
Fifty years later

Eternally
We’ll regret our history
The last snow and the last tree
Will live in our memories
Till we die

God if you’re here
Oh please please: “Take me – take me
Far from this cemetery”
In deep space will ring loudly
Eternal cries

Looking around
Sometimes we call all this an “Act of God”
It is one way of not feeling guilty
Then you just have to accept it and nod
But do we believe it sincerely?

These acts, these disasters have multiplied
Like as many signals that we have missed
Incredulous when the fisherman died
Paris, Tokyo, New-York, Pompeï, Atlantis

We’ve been jesters
We’ve wasted it
We’re sorry mother, if
We’ve forced you to call it quits

Religions and men
Euros, Dollars, Yen
Have written “The End”
With their bloody pen

We thought we were kings
With endless futures
Everything’s falling
Fifty years later

Eternally
We’ll regret our history
The last snow and the last tree
Will live in our memories
Till we die

God if you’re here
Oh please please: “Take me, take me
Far from this cemetery”
In deep space will ring loudly
Eternal cries

The end
I’m just asking for a little breeze
Just to dry an old man tears
But the wind has gone with all the trees
I’m left with all my fears

Alone in fifty years

Tell me I am wrong
Prove to me I am wrong

Give me some reason to hope

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