NO FANTASY

The door on the hill opened again There are no dreams here We spin eternally like a circus troupe on the road This road is a thorny path I walk and must bleed Keep looking straight in front of myself and keep myself steady Black sea and rotten air The glaciers melting under the sun This is the world we were hoping for This is Utopia Covet forbidden fruit in the search for more stimulation The hands on the clock of destruction have begun to turn around As time passes by The environment continues to change We are in crisis, close to the edge Create and destroy That's not why we are here and that's not our rightful occupation Wasn't supposed to be this way But no one can say such words The door is already open wide There is no fantasy But it's possible that I may, I may still be in time To serve and protect our planet This is our true work Look straight in front of myself Look straight on, straight on I look straight on, straight on Straight ahead