My dreams, children of any alien rain
Today the city is shattered and we
We stand on the ruins of it, and again ....

Hail cannon, steep waves
We were washed away and underfoot
We can only look
Those who left

Little ripples were scattered in hand
What we have left,
But the fading sun, and again we don't want to run...

And we stay in the same place
And the universe is more like a dough
Petals, stopping, coming back ...
In recognition ....

Hail cannon, steep waves
We were washed away and underfoot
We can only look
Those who left