The time has passed, and all has changed
New towns replaced the old
The time has passed in heaven’s gate
We saw a star, a piece of gold.
Time passes, comes the new technique
Time passes, life depends on clique,
And link with nature disappeared
I ‘m in a mess, my soul is steered.
And time will pass, and we won’t breath
And time will pass, the Earth will “plead”.
To stop and look – what have we done?!
To stop pollution, throw the gun.
And I believe – all will be changed
And we will stop pollution range
And we will change our technique
Creating green on Earth with clique