For destroy the appearance  For the new better time    Born from objects of the wickedness    We are looking for beauty inside  The rubbish bin from our feeling  It doesn't matter what we'll find    For destroy the arrogance  For the new technology    Space, sky as skill and down the winners  The people hang in fiction circle  And enjoy the degeneration    Whether hidden eye with curtain  Still is our sun    Because that isn't our love  That's money and tolerance or hidden hate  Endeed it's all the same    For destroy the lament    Somewhere on the street  Slides the real light of love  That's hope for the crazy people  One day I'll find it