I have been waiting all night long,
For this question to come,
‘Cause you and I we have to find a solution!
We generate so much pollution,
It is killing my illusion, to ever give birth to a child.
Can you Imagine?
We have to chose, Do we want a Future?
We have to chose, Shall we burn the past?
The time when we all used to go to someone wise is gone,
We all have access to the same information.
So common son just don’t tell me,
You didn’t know.
Just look outside the window, where do the wind blow?
Is it usual this heat? Unusual this cold?
The ones that don’t want to look into the truth,
Have a gold-tooth to lose.
We have to decide, Do we want a Future?
We have to decide, Shall we burn the past?