Earthists. - Cybele lyrics

The sound of rain And the trees and plants rippling in the wind Are we never to hear this ensemble again? A drop of gray ink splashes onto the green and blue It spreads in a distorted way It's too late to remove As time pa**ed We selfishly painted a picture in our favorite color on the canvas Even if we try to paint it out in white The smear will remain In the world we obtained in exchange for lives That are torn apart The flowers die and the earth cracks Will a man plant a seed Children don't know the fragrance of the rainy forest Their lullaby is the sound of rain Splashing on a concrete slab Will mankind rule this gra**land Where we see the setting sun How long will we be able to see The green covering the earth