Outside the weather’s getting stormier 

And I think there’s coming a heavy rain, we all go home 

They tell us to hide inside, so the drops won’t hit us

Seems like we don’t care where the clouds do come from 

And the whirled-up dust will become a fog 

And the drought-out earth will get burned 

Kingdoms will fall down and everything comes to a halt 

But I just don’t want to care about it now,  I’m just sitting here and crying and want to be hold 

Outside there are children playing 

And I think they won’t stay alone 

When there is light at the end of the tunnel 

They will be coming along 

And the whirled-up dust will become a fog 

And the drought-out earth will get burned 

Kingdoms will fall down and everything comes to a halt 

But I just don’t want to care about it now  I’m just sitting here and crying and want to be hold 

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