And when the wind blows, more and more.
And when it throws me down onto this icy floor.
It´s getting worse, day by day
And everywhere you look this endless grey.

Everyone hears when children cry,
But no one sees that nature dies.
It´s getting worse, day by day
And everywhere you look this endless grey.

It was a nice warm day in summer,
When I kissed your nice red synthetic lips.
I wondered the silence on a day like this,
Then I heard the detonation.

Now they come back again.
This nuclear nights from mankind sent,
The artificial blue of a polluted sea,
Let my nightmares come back to me.