The grass is grey like ashes of empires

I guess your world committed suicide

The dying cities melt in nuclear fires

And when they turn to dust comes timeless night

I step in bitter waters and I feel

Like I am floating in my mother's womb

This blood of perished world has strength to heal -

Was it you, Saviour, who has dropped the bomb?

I'm waiting for my dawn of dying light

The acid rains had washed my tears away

It is so strange to feel I'm no more blind

At last this world became good place to stay