Now in the roar of machinery I hear a sighing:
"Please, remember what came before".
Now in the murky streets I hear a sighing:
"Please, remember, this was our home".
Desperation and hunger among the stumps
Covered in sludge from where you crawl the shore,
Insistently yelling the loudest boasts,
Rather than would think you the voices they moor.
Now a pile of mud and bombs beneath,
Layer after layer of naive hope
And waking up again in a short-sighted youth,
Ten thousand years forgotten.
And now in the roar of machinery I hear a sighing:
"Please, remember what came before".
Now in the murky streets I hear a sighing:
"Please, remember, this was our home".